I’m not as doom-and-gloom as you might think from just reading my blog. Really, I have a lot of life going on outside of politics, most of it pretty happily contented. Which is part of why I blog: I want to see those things protected.
So, tonight, I offer some stuff that makes me happy, and I hope it makes you smile, too.
Figs (three types), corn (mostly Indian corn, for drying and popping), tomatoes (orange and red), mung beans (five inch black pods), and the first of the red yard-long beans (burgundy, about ten inches in the baby vegetable stage).
“… they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more;
but they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree,
and none shall make them afraid;
for the mouth of the LORD of hosts has spoken. (Micah 4: 3-4, RSV)
The aftermath of the harvest. Everything sorted, corn shucked and ready to hang for drying.
Close up of the gorgeous, deep colors! (“Are you shooting garden p*rn in there again?!” asked the DH.)
Corn hanging from the arch between the kitchen and living room. (Yes, my kitchen ceiling is dark blue. I have this thing for Provence, France. It’s a lovely area.)
Diva with her hair freshly twisted and pinned. Just five to ten minutes of blow drying to set the twist, and the locs are good for a few more weeks of no-fuss, no-muss wear!
Crash was so tired, he fell asleep eating a cookie! Even when we tried to wake him up, he still didn’t eat the cookie. Just had too much fun, and sitting still to listen to The Hobbit wasn’t going to work that night.
The next night, for the session of “Daddy reads The Hobbit“, Empress managed to claim part of the plaid couch. Since Hobbit is notably lacking in pictures (one every two or three chapters), she hauled her little pile of picture-filled books over to the couch. Until I showed up with the camera, she was intensely poring over her books. Notice the toes wiggling in happiness.
On a final note of geek romance, the DH was listening to a bunch of stuff on gravity, neutrinos, quarks, etc. on the Science Channel tonight. He looked over at me and commented something about the fact that, given Newton’s laws, our two bodies were, in fact, exerting some gravitational attraction on each other. “And since we’ve both gotten heavier, the attraction level should be remaining constant, even though we don’t sit next to each other anymore! Aww!” he concluded (he can’t stand to have me on the same couch anymore; says I fidget too much).
I’ve never been quite so amused at having my weight pointed out…