‘f’ is for fruit… or, alternatively, fruitcake. Both are Rylie’s most common nicknames. I can’t really explain it and it certainly wasn’t intentional. If you hear someone yelling in the next aisle at the grocery store, “Come’ere, Fruit!” you can bet your bottom dollar it’s me.
‘f’ is for flowers… which make me happy. Particularly, daisies. Don’t you think daisies are the friendliest flowers? I do.
‘f’ is for fabric… which I love. Any kind. All kinds. From old sheets to retro kid reproductions to lace and linen… I love it. Anna just brought me back some cotton from Guatemala… which makes me wonder if maybe I married the wrong person.
‘f’ is for farm… on which I live. Our current living-census includes: 3 humans, 5 barn cats, 1 dog, 35ish chickens, and 10 longhorn cattle. I am pulling for a donkey in the near future, but there are those that are against me. Ahem.
‘f’ is for Friends… a show that defined college for me and still makes me laugh every time I watch it. Chandler- Matthew Perry? A comedic genius. GENIUS, I say.
‘f’ is for flea market… or garage sale or estate sale or other-people’s-stuff sale, where I occasionally stumble across a major find. This month, it was Rylie’s ‘new’ bike from the 1960s. She’ll be able to ride in about 6 years. Still. It was FIVE DOLLARS and is red and metal and perfect. Give me a break. I will defend myself to no one.
Love y’all. I hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend…
We shall talk about vacation and zoos and gardening on Thursday.