Things in my freezer

I have a gallon bag of unshelled pecans in my freezer.

They've been there for a long time.

I think 7 or 8 years.

I doubt they are any good after all this time and honestly I have no intention of finding out.

They're the last of the pecans that I picked up at my Grandma's house right before she sold it.

That house was one of two that were the only constants in my growing up years and longer and though all of us were sad that it was no longer hers, we accepted and supported her decision to sell it.

I still have this Grandma and that's good but I have the pecan's to help me remember, well, everything else.

I think I must be a nostalgic squishy thing in the middle.

And perhaps just a little bit weird.

Flora and Fauna

I was sipping hot tea, blearily taking in the view outside the kitchen window when a sudden movement caught my eye.

Bringing my vision back into focus what did I see but a hummingbird sipping from some Queen Anne's Lace growing against the fence.

He didn't stay very long before flitting away, but my oh my, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful way to start my day.

The aforementioned window.

Living

I've had nothing but busyness since the First of June.

House guests(the Beloved kind) and graduations.

Long drives and brief visits and crazy airports.

Swim lessons out the wazoo.

Freaked out back and good drugs.

Long drives and longer visits-YAY!

An actual BEACH VACATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More long drives and good visits with family followed by...

NO KIDS THIS WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You'd think I'd have gotten something done but mostly I've gotten lost in the silence.

It's been really really good in a very dreamy kind of way.

Time to wake up to LIFE now though.

Ironic in that the wake up came in the form of Big Daddy D's Grandmother(she was formal that way) dying during the night before the last so we'll have (long story I'll leave out for once) house guests and I need to get cracking on neglected housework.

Plus one of the kiddos will be back and we'll have a long drive and back again to the funeral this week.

Time to get crackin'.

I'm wondering if I can make it til morning. So much pain I'm thinking of going to the ER. DAMMIT.

Tip #5023

It really is not possible to make sweet pickle relish in a blender.

My food processor would have been a better choice.

Anyone for a little sweet pickle mush?

It still works for tarter sauce at least.

WWFT*

Flying somewhere over the Eastern United States I look out and see a suburb, or maybe it's a cemetery?

Sometimes it's hard to tell.

*What would Freud think?

Whew

She made it.

She graduated and tomorrow will be on her way to her "first place".

The Fall is a mystery but really, does anyone know what the future holds anyway?

The Summer will be a busy one.

I'm glad for it.