it was a race against me and the birds. guess who won?
this is me racing up to the porch from the far reaches of the yard to drop off a shirtful of peaches, then racing back down to harvest the rest.
i’ll get a bird net asap because i have another variety of peach on this same tree that are just beginning to grow bigger.
these are the juiciest sweetest peaches in the history of ever. i made a pie this morning and i’m going to make more pie filling in a few days and put it in a freezer bag. my sister thus advised me.
and school is out for the summer. my wonderful aides and i told the kids a story this week about a little girl in a rowboat who lost her paddles in a storm. there were puddles as deep as oceans, and storms that lasted for months, talking squirrels, a bolt of lightening, claps of thunder, horns, fangs, a tiny light in the distance which the boat magically floated towards, and a reunion with ma & pa. it was the perfect story. all made up on the spot. i wish you could have heard it. a lovely classroom moment and the kids were entranced.
at the end of the year assembly i gave charlie the award for art and he said, “mith moth i’m a weal awtist now!!!”
the only girl in the class left for hawaii for a 5-day family vacation where she planned to use all of her time to look for real mermaids on the beach. because they exist. because they’re real. because they just are.
i woke up this morning and went for a cool misty walk down this path.
and saw among other things, bees having parties in the scotch thistle.
blossoms from the cow itch tree.
now it is summer and i find myself with 66 glorious days spread before me. oh! what shall i do first!
… all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
how are you? keep me updated. i’ll just be here, working, playing, living, eating peach pie.