garden

This is the time of year that makes me wish that we had put a garden in.
The vegetable that I miss the most is the beefsteak tomatoes.
The ones from the store just don't taste the same.

creative ways to have fresh vegetables

Oh well. Maybe next year...or the next...or the one after that.

from my facebook page

• posted on Facebook on August 3

Grandpa came home from work and was unloading the truck. 

Alexander and Isabel were over and he took them for a spin in the wheelbarrow

• and then I posted again on August 11

  
  

  When Alexander and Isabel were over the other week 

  Martin drove them around in his wheelbarrow. 

  When they were over the next week, 

  Martin was not home yet and we were eating cheese and crackers on the front porch. 

  I hadn't seen Alexander in a while so went looking for him. 

  
  

  

  
  

  There he was sitting in the wheelbarrow 

  waiting for Grandpa to come home to give him a ride. 

  
  

  

  
  

  So sweet.

  
  

no where near the wall

Well now that the wall subject has concluded 

I must admit that I am at a bit of a quandary about what to write.

Clearly my life doesn't feel very exciting at the moment.

This should not be a problem because then what is left is the imagination.

Trouble is that my imagination is not working at the moment.

With my propensity for exaggeration one would think I could come up with something.

But here I sit and ... blank.

So I will not bore you.

There has to be something interesting out there to read.

Go find it.

Bye.

that's about enough of the walls

That is just about enough regarding my walls.
A couple dozen posts with more than a couple dozen pictures.
I do have more wall pictures but will use them where I see they fit.

On of my favourite pictures of something on my wall was one that was never taken.
I do not have a picture of the flattened mosquito on the bathroom wall.
I was rather happy that I flattened the above mentioned blood sucker.
As a part of the flattened creature there was a tiny smear of blood that had probably come from me.
I save my blood to donate every 56 for Canadian Blood Services
and prefer not to be inflicted with the itchiness that mosquitoes curse me with.

I had left the flattened insect squished to the wall for a number of days.
It was not because I was too lazy or too squeamish to clean it up.
I wanted the other mosquitoes that would fly by
to see the carcass impressed upon my wall and choose to flee.

Can't say that it worked.
But can't say that it didn't either.

it looked a little like this