That's what I did this morning. I bet y'all would appreciate it if I got new picking baskets, wouldn't you? Two days ago I turned the sprinklers on the garden all day long and the beans and cherry tomatoes and peas have made a comeback. We've been getting predictions for rain all week but haven't had much, most days none at all. It's rumbling and rolling out there right now, but as with so many things in life right now, I am not feeling a lot of hope for good chances of relief.
I talked to Jessie this morning and Levon too. I asked him if he was having a good time with his brother and his cousins and he assured me that he was. I also asked if he was going to give me a hug when we see him soon. He allowed as how he would but he did not sound overly enthusiastic about it. Jessie says the cousins are all relating even more like siblings this year, even to the point of having more power struggles and conflicts. Nothing terrible, of course, and all normal and she said the hardest thing every day is separating them when it comes time for bed. She said all five of them spent the entire day yesterday peacefully building amazing things with Legos including a pizza parlor. I am pretty sure that those boys are not going to be very happy about coming home this year. I can't wait to get my eyes and hands on them. Vergil has arranged a fishing trip for Mr. Moon while we're there which is so very sweet.
This afternoon my husband and I actually sat in the Glen Den and watched TV while he ordered some parts he needs online and I shelled the field peas I've picked. When I had to get up and attend to other things, he finished off the peas and we have more than I thought we did. Plenty for two meals, I think, and plenty more on the bushes.
You can make a feast out of those ingredients.
Oh. And eggs, of course.
Grits, too, will be involved.