Where have I been?
Babysitting three granddaughters most of last week. 8 and 9 years old if you must know.
There was no bloodletting, so I count it as a success.
I have also been given a gift.
I thought for sure we were going to lose the peaches to disease again this year. But I was wrong. Yes, there ARE some on the tree that shriveled, some that rotted on the tree. However there are a LOT of them that are going to make it.
I wasn't quite prepared for this possibility, so I am scrambling to get my act together for preserving. I have a counter full of them this morning that won't be ripe for another day or two, but here's the kicker. My neighbor has a peach tree too and several branches are hanging over my fence... thusly:
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Dear neighbor needs lessons in pruning, needless to say. And the good news is our tree is ripening sooner, so at least we don't have them coming on all at once. But we will be carting peaches all over to family and friends. Ahem... this means you D. Get ready. ;-)
What else is going on?
Scotty's owner is once again in the hospital. God bless her and Scotty got dropped off to us yesterday.
Now we are officially a mob.
Dogs follow me everywhere.
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In this picture, Scotty looks bigger than Classy, but really, Classy, small as she is, is taller than Scotty. He just looks bigger because of all that hair.
Doggies doggies everywhere.
Hair is flying,
I don't care.
Dog bones crunching,
water splashing.
Paw prints marking,
too much barking.
Some days
I don't know what to do.
And wonder why
my life's a zoo.
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The answer is quite simple.
You are mad as a hatter.
And I'm stuck here in bedlam.
With peaches ripening all around
and laundry to be done
and dust as thick as a blanket
on every surface.
Windows smeared by dog noses....
We need reinforcements.
(Don't look at me. I don't do windows.)
Or anything else come to think of it.
WOOF!
Even the dogs agree on this point.
(I'm going in the other room and read the dictionary. I do not wish to be disturbed.)
Good luck with that.
WOOF!
Babysitting three granddaughters most of last week. 8 and 9 years old if you must know.
There was no bloodletting, so I count it as a success.
I have also been given a gift.
I thought for sure we were going to lose the peaches to disease again this year. But I was wrong. Yes, there ARE some on the tree that shriveled, some that rotted on the tree. However there are a LOT of them that are going to make it.
I wasn't quite prepared for this possibility, so I am scrambling to get my act together for preserving. I have a counter full of them this morning that won't be ripe for another day or two, but here's the kicker. My neighbor has a peach tree too and several branches are hanging over my fence... thusly:
[album 65561 Floppy Peaches.JPG]
Dear neighbor needs lessons in pruning, needless to say. And the good news is our tree is ripening sooner, so at least we don't have them coming on all at once. But we will be carting peaches all over to family and friends. Ahem... this means you D. Get ready. ;-)
What else is going on?
Scotty's owner is once again in the hospital. God bless her and Scotty got dropped off to us yesterday.
Now we are officially a mob.
Dogs follow me everywhere.
[album 65561 Couch Dogs.JPG]
In this picture, Scotty looks bigger than Classy, but really, Classy, small as she is, is taller than Scotty. He just looks bigger because of all that hair.
Doggies doggies everywhere.
Hair is flying,
I don't care.
Dog bones crunching,
water splashing.
Paw prints marking,
too much barking.
Some days
I don't know what to do.
And wonder why
my life's a zoo.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]
The answer is quite simple.
You are mad as a hatter.
And I'm stuck here in bedlam.
With peaches ripening all around
and laundry to be done
and dust as thick as a blanket
on every surface.
Windows smeared by dog noses....
We need reinforcements.
(Don't look at me. I don't do windows.)
Or anything else come to think of it.
WOOF!
Even the dogs agree on this point.
(I'm going in the other room and read the dictionary. I do not wish to be disturbed.)
Good luck with that.
WOOF!