Olive and I had a photo shoot yesterday afternoon. Her sweetness comes across so well in photographs, whereas when I point a camera at Pete he won't make any face but his smug, cocky, "You want me, baby, and I know it" face.
Olive is an angel.
As I was shooting these, I was periodically getting up to stand at the window, watching our sainted neighbor Jody rototill our garden. We suggested we might borrow his tiller this year-- he rototilled the space for us last year, which was wonderful because we were only there two days a week last year-- but he offered to do it anyway. I told him, wait a couple weeks for my rhubarb to get up. I'm gonna bake another pie.
Some debts of kindness, you see, can only be repaid with pie.
Right now, the minute after I hit publish, I'm going to the dump, then to swap vehicles, then to Frog Pond to buy broccoli seedlings then home. THEN I PLANT. Peas, broccoli, kale, spinach. Yes yes yes.