READER DEAR, HERE'S AN OLLA PODRIDA*... because, well, just because time keeps moving at a record clip! If there's any way for me to keep up, stumbling along as fast as I can with my rags and my tags, it has to be in a hodge-podge like this.
The Yard Man and I dropped our Asheville daughter off at the airport with an apple, half a bag of jelly beans, and wearing a sweatshirt that the woman who was hugging her and saying, "Oh, we're going to miss you!" used to wear to high school about a million years ago!
(Didn't I say, Reader Dear, that time is streaking by...?!)
During the past month I have eaten:
Blue tomatoesIt's enough to make me think that SOMEONE (and I'm not naming any names, Reader Dear) must have jumbled up the numbers in the paint-by-number set!
Meanwhile, all the cantaloupes I've been eating have been plain old cantaloupe-colored ones--lush, local, juicy, fantastic cantaloupes I've been eating like candy.
I got a call from an old friend who inquired of me: "Can we spend the night at your house on Saturday night? We're coming to the area for a family reunion of MY family. To sweeten the deal for Shirley (She's his wife, Reader Dear), I promised her we could stay with you if you'll have us."
Talk about a sweet deal!
"I'm bringing sticky buns for breakfast,"* said Shirley, when she got on the line.
Those baked delicacies were just about the swoon-worthiest I've ever eaten; but then! To top them off**, The Yard Man and I got a morning-long visit with our dear friends! Sweet! (Oh, my, it was such a fine treat!)
*Orange-filled buns, sort of like cinnamon buns but with grated orange peel. Ooooohhh. Mmmmm.
**They were also topped off with orange icing. "Take all you want," said Shirley. She'd made a great big jarful.
*Dear, dear...it was an OOPS.
Time travel has not been invented yet, and this post belongs squarely back in the summery past. Just where in that past I can't say for sure. I'd say two years or more. Possibly four. Sorry for my misstep into the yore.