Mas (More)

regarding the delightful weekend with our forest-dwelling friends:

I did tell you, Dear Reader, that we went for a walk, The Yard Man and I and our hosts.
One of the curious crowds (well, there was really just this one) who flocked to see us as we strolled along, was these cattle.
Even the lone steer turned to stare.
(I have to confess, I'm a bit of a celebrity in bovine circles; but, they seemed fascinated by every one of us!)

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As I also mentioned previously, on Sunday morning Mi Amiga (my [female] friend, aka our hostess) took me with her to su iglesia (her church).

Mi Amiga is teaching herself to habla Espanol (speak Spanish).  She is not yet fluent, but she knows more than I do, considering my study of this language was...er...mucho, mucho tiempo (a long long time) ago!

However, it was interesting to pick up what I could, and to watch the waving fabric that looked for all the world like flames.

Following the service, as Mi Amiga and I were leaving la iglesia, we were asked about staying for la comida (the meal).
Eh?! (Huh?!)
Mi Amiga did not have prior knowledge of this meal, but we decided to stay, since we were being invited so warmly and by now it was past one o'clock in the afternoon.

We followed church members down the narrow steps to the basement of la iglesia
(are you learning a little Espanol, Dear Reader?) and there we found a room filled with decorated tables, and balloons hanging on the walls!  By doing a little sleuthing, we discovered there was to be a surprise baby shower.
Aha, un bebe! (A baby boy!)

Plates of food were soon carried to us, and el nino (the boy) seated near me pointed out to us, "If you have green sauce on your plate, that is hot!"
(He spoke in English, but I know caliente when I taste it). Happily, the sauce was not too hot to spoil the rice and beans.  The tamale was homemade and delicioso (surely you can figure that one out, Dear Reader Dear?) Mi Amiga and I carried the hunks of meat home to our hombres (you're on your own here, too).

Altogether, the Spanish middle-of-day* was one of the highlights of the weekend! *(Service began at eleven a.m; by the time we ate and left la iglesia [just as the young, expectant couple arrived] it was past two o'clock.)
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But, as you know, there was yet another highlight (er, perhaps you don't know; it's all in Espanol...**

**later

Ah, Reader Dear, life has

its shiny moments.  Sometimes they are hours.  Sometimes more than a day.  Last weekend, the moments added up to almost two full days of such brightness (metaphorically speaking) I nearly needed sun-specs!
 

The Yard Man and I, we visited dear friends who live too far away (several hours, several states).

We feasted on fine food* and friendship.

We frolicked in the forest (or, you know, we went for a walk in the woods*) because these particular friends, that's where they live.  They built their beautifully designed and furnished home deep in the forest (two miles of unpaved road to get to their door)!


And Sunday morning we attended la iglesia.*
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*Later.  Yes, more later!
(Comimos una comida española en la iglesia española! Y fue bueno. Pero no es tan buena como la sopa preparada por mi amiga. Ella es una cocinera fabulosa! La sopa estaba fuera-de-este-mundo!)

About Once per Month

I have a little chat with the Man in the Moon.  Usually he stops me in my tracks!  Yesterday evening, it was as I wheeled my grocery cart across the parking lot of the supermarket.  "How about another photo?!" he says (knowing, of course, that he just took my breath away!)

Reader Dear, even as I rolled my eyes heavenward and thought, "He never changes!  Every month he swells into this gorgeous, luminescent orb.  Honestly, another photo?!" I was yielding to his irresistible charm and snapping the picture.

And, then...after loading my groceries into the car and setting out for home, lo and behold, there was Mother Sun casting a second glorious light in the sky! Do you think I could resist?!  Seldom do I have two heavenly bodies talking to me at once! 

At the Mall

I've got friends who meet for coffee at the mall with me most every Friday.  They will only act silly when coerced!

There Was a Time

Reader Dear, when I dished up a gallimaufry every so often. It's been a while, but I'm fixin' to sling another one your way ahora:


First of all, there are bees in my gallimaufry.
They are the kind that form communes under the vinyl siding of rental units, and make their merry entrances at through-the-wall air conditioning units.  Oh, how they populate! They've got flocks of would-be members clambering to join every day!

I'm also serving you the variety of bees to whom I've been  serving up pears.

This year they've got a real bonanza!

And speaking of pears. 

Some kind of culprit is doing damage to my teeny tiny orchard  (see center of photo) I know not who or what.  Any chance you can help me out, Viewer Dear?!
(The bees and I will  wholeheartedly thank you!)

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Chimney woes (of the rental-house type) were also going to be in this olio.  But, (cough, sputter, choke) I've decided they are much too sour!  
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Here's a sweet touch.

I had a birthday (same as you always do, Dear Reader!) with a little party outside of the Costco store. The Tiny Actor gave me special gifts that he chose with care from his collection of small vehicles. I cherish them (The hippie van and the backhoe)!

There were, in fact, numerous small parties.  One celebration had The Small Actor delivering his gift and helping me to unwrap it (both of us eager to see what it might be).
It was a terrific CD!*

There was also the delightful party with the four-way shared dessert and the savoring of long-time friendships!














There was even a quite minuscule  party held on the kitchen porch, where the lone celebrant was marveling over (and grateful for) the U.S. Postal Service, more of her cherished, long-time friendships, and the good fortune to be born at such a stunning time of year. (She wasn't all that excited by the number of candles that weren't on the cake that she didn't serve at the party)!

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*Can't Forget 
by the great Leonard Cohen