Can you see my tiny arugula sproutlings? They cheer and charm me. A tenuous promise of more delicious salads yet to come. I went out this morning to check and see if they had broken ground and indeed they had. I still have arugula from the fall's planting but it has been frozen and before that was bolting so it's becoming increasingly rare and thus, all the more valuable.
I took some greens out to Moana this morning along with some of the high-dollar bird food that Mr. Moon gives the wild birds. Don't tell him I did that but she loves the black sunflower seeds, pecking at them with great enthusiasm. She is a talking hen and her little conversations are so soft, so sweet. Yesterday she actually laid an egg but it was somewhat off. It had a good hard shell but the top seemed to be double-layered and there was a gap between that area and the rounded part of it. We thanked her though.
It was Levon and August day and because Lily is off on Thursdays, I checked in with her last night to see if she'd like to have lunch with me and Levon. She said she would and Lauren was off too so the boy and I met up with them at Tijuana Flats, a chain sorta-Mexican place. I told Levon that if he was very good at lunch, I would take him to buy a toy after lunch and he was SO good.
Boppy even met us there after he went to the gym and it was a nice time. Levon loves his Aunt Lily and Lauren too. She is so good with kids, laid-back and funny, attentive and kind.
After we ate, Boppy and I took Levon down to Big Lots which is sort of like a glorified Dollar General combined with a Target. Ish.
But they have toys and the fellows picked out some Marvel action figure guys for Levon and August and although I looked through the food section where I used to find interesting things like delicious canned stuffed grape leaves and Bob's Mill products, I found nothing of much interest today. I bought a bag of pistachios and they're probably stale.
When we got back to Levon's house we had just enough time for me to read The Five Hundred Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins which Levon loves. It's a long story and I bet we've read it half a dozen times in the last few months but he likes to hear it and I like to read it. They would never publish a book like that now. Bartholomew almost gets his head chopped off, an archer shoots his hat off his head, and a spoiled brat almost knocks him off a tower AND then the spoiled brat gets a spanking from the king.
But as I said, Levon loves it and fuck all the we-must-protect-our-delicate-children's sensibilities bullshit.
"Feed it and he'll consider that," I said.