Friday, April 6, 2012


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.

Not Olive.

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.

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Becky said...

Olive is indeed a beautiful (and so calm?) kitteh.

I know that Pete look. It's a BT thing, right?

Enjoy your planting!!!!

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