August 24, 2006
perhaps my favorite-est ever
“Been farmin’ long, Jane?”
uh…can you get any cuter? break. my. heart.
Here’s Lainy (named for Winona in Reality Bites, Anna!!!) and Jane (as in Miss Jane) on a field trip out to the Shoebox to officially sign up for the Hayride on October 27th. Signing up in person comes with a complimentary test-ride around the front yard on the John Deere. They obviously needed no introduction. Lainy waved goodbye to the pole barn (with the mower parked inside) 3 times before she finally walked away. Bye-Bye.
Whelp, seeing as how this place is not actually ours and we hear the owners are coming back on Saturday, we’ve decided to pack up and leave. It has been glorious…and uneventful…or had been until (look closely):
Honest-to-Sam, I was just sitting there k-nitting when I looked over at the jungle plant (that reaches the ceiling and is supported by twisty-ties on the halogen lamp) just up an’ FELL OVER. 3 feet of jungle and possibly 20 years of growth…collapsed on the floor. No witnesses to my innocence. Black hole people, black hole. I took the branch to camp with me on Tuesday to explain. Bev (the wife) saw me first.
“Oh my gosh! Is that our plant?!”
“That’s our wedding plant!”
“Of course it is.”
“Yeah…it’s actually quite a story. Doug’s mom has the original…technically this plant is 48 years old. She grew us a sprout from it when we got married and it’s been growing ever since.”
“You don’t say.”
“Doug’s going to be thrilled it’s dead. He hates this thing!”
Like I said. We’re moving 10 miles closer to the Farm this Saturday. I’m trying my best not to kill/damage/injure everything in my path. It’s obviously time for us to move on. Catch ya next week!