“Ooooooooh! Green pumpkins! How many can we take? If we each carry three, we might be able to empty the entirrrrrrrre wheelbarrow!” Thalia scouted the bounty for lightweight squash. “We can tie a couple to Henny’s collar — with the string from Typist’s hoodie!”
I love the Twister photo! It's nice that the skeletons live in a neighborhood where mischievous kids won't trash them. And for you to say c is a friend--wow. I'm speechless but not surprised. :)
T-shirt: “I’m not sure how many cookies it takes to be happy… But so far, it’s not 27.” 😁
Yesterday we bought pumpkins off a youngster's pumpkin stand in the neighborhood... which reminded Deb about a local roadside farm stand some friends had recommended. We now have orange (smooth skinned), orange (rough skinned), orange & green striped, white, and green-with-orange-dabs pumpkins as garden enhancements. 😁
I guess I could say, "I don't know how many pumpkins it takes to be happy... I'm going to guess eight. So far."
“Odd as it might sound, c was an enemy who became my friend, and continues to introduce me to more friends.” ~Typist
You might be interested to know that during one of my “c” support groups, we introduced a topic to the group “What would you say to cancer if it walked into the room? The replies were quite varied but the one I remember most came from a woman who had obviously accumulated 60+ years of her life... She was elegantly dressed and carried herself with a poise that was palpable. She stated she would say, and then gestured to the chair next to her, “welcome, come my friend, come sit with me, we have so much to discuss￼...”
It was surreal...
She went on to describe how she would thank cancer for showing up in her life because until such time as she was diagnosed with cancer, she hadn’t really lived￼, at least not for herself...
Green punkins, huh? Never saw one until now. Tal's "interest" is understandable! Nia's spidery eyes may just have been the result of her remembering the lyrics to Loggins and Messina's "Angry Eyes?" "Digested and bagged dinner!" I'll try to remember that for polite company... Last of all, the skeleton photos of the family in Texas (?) were a delight! Creativity abounding. Perhaps you could start a small collection, then borrow rods and reels the Kid has outgrown? Fishing for gourds.