The exact same books August wanted last Saturday night.
A good book is a good book and I imagine that Gibson will want the same three tonight. I have already read Maggie No More Monkeys Jumping On The Bed.
Oh, that girl.
Boppy and Owen took off early this morning. I got to kiss them both good-bye and then I went back to sleep with Maurice cuddled up beside me. We did not get up until a reasonable hour more suitable for ladies.
And I've spent the day just doing the little things that needed doing along with spending some time pulling up the nasty, invasive Clerodendrum which has taken over a huge section of the yard on the other side of the garage due to my own foolishness. As I've pulled the plant in the yard over the years, I piled them over in that area and of course the damn things took root and have spread and now it's such a daunting thing to try and eradicate them. Yesterday Jessie and I were over there because it's near the neighbor's goat pen and I told her that if I just spent fifteen minutes a day, I could probably get the job done.
Eventually. Of course, every bit of root that I leave behind is going to sprout more. But I think I'll do my best to try, putting the pulled plants and their roots on the burn pile. Here's just a small portion of what I'm talking about.
These plants were probably started by an unknowing resident of this house at some point in the past. Nurseries actually sell them because they do have a beautiful bloom and their leaves are nice, too.
They are also called "glory flower" and yes, they can all go to glory for all I care. Another non-native plant which seemed like a good idea at the time, I suppose.
Anyway, I filled up the garden cart and that was enough for today. Now my back hurts and I really need to get in better shape.
But now Magnolia and Gibson are here and right now they are playing with some toy rabbits and mice and their houses which I got somewhere that I can't remember. Probably a thrift store. There is furniture and clothing and two families, one with a baby and also, a random bulldog police officer with a smart blue cap. We just went out to put the chickens up and I held Maggie on my hip so she could give Miss Eggy Tina a little pat and we bade them all good-night and shut their door. We looked at the bright, pretty crescent moon shining in the sky above the witchy arms of the bare pecan limbs and both children had flashlights to shine our path clear although Maggie's flashlight mostly shone in my eyes.
I was going to make them pizza but they have to leave fairly early tomorrow morning because Gibson has a soccer game so I offered to make them their pancakes tonight. They thought that was a swell idea and Gibson asked if I could also cook eggs and I said that yes, I definitely could cook him some eggs.
"Don't burn 'em!" he warned me.
I'll try not to.
Happy Friday, y'all.