This morning a pretty little goldfinch came to the feeder. It is a breeding male. When the boys aren't interested in attracting the girls, they are a more drab brown with just a little yellow around the neck but as spring comes and sap rises, they turn a brilliant yellow. You can't really tell from this horrid picture but that one was like a ray of pure sunlight. He ate a few seeds and then took off again. I always feel somewhat blessed when one shows up and shows off his courting coat.
We had a good time with our boys this morning. Levon was a good helper for his grandfather in the deck removal project. August preferred playing a game of Life with me. Before that, though, we read some books and he brushed my hair as I read to them and if that's not heaven, I don't care to go. Why do we love having our hair brushed so much? It's just the most luxurious feeling, isn't it? I am certain that it comes from our close ancestors, the Great Apes, who groom each other daily for hours. Apes, of course, are not the only animals who groom each other. Birds do it, my chickens occasionally do it, especially the hens who carefully nip gnats and other bothersome things hovering around the rooster's comb. I knew a parrot once who happily preened my hair which was in a braid. I loved it! There are fish who nibble at other fish, removing algae and parasites from them, and of course monkeys groom each other with great seriousness.
If men only knew how much woman love their hair brushed, they would probably be so much happier. Happy wife...happy life.
Anyway, August beat me by about four million at Life and although I'm pretty sure we made up some rules and disregarded others, we stayed fairly faithful to the game. Some parts of it he gets better than I do to be honest. We also played a game on my phone that comes with the New York Times. It's a tile-matching game and he grasped that instantly. We played a game together and then he showed Levon how to play it and they had a great time.
The chicken and dumplings went over very, very well, last night and for today's lunch. When Levon had eaten all he said he wanted out of his bowl, I gave him little bites of dumplings that I still had left. He ate them like a hungry little bird and said, "How do you know I like the dumplings best?"
"I just know," I said mysteriously. "There are some things that mamas and grandmamas just know." And then I gave him another bite.
After lunch we let them watch a movie. The Paw Patrol movie, to be exact. Mr. Moon dozed through it and I got my overalls patched and started in on my latest potholder. I, however, was listening to Mormon Stories while they watched their movie. At one point it seemed like something quite sad was going on on the screen and I asked Levon if he was all right. He gave me the sweetest Levon smile and said, "Yes! This is so fun!"
We walked to the post office which meant that we passed the house next door that was recently sold. I think the people have moved in and ONE OF THEM IS A SHERIFF! The sheriff car was right there in the yard. I had heard a rumor that this was true and it seems it is. "Well," I told the boys, "If I have any trouble, a policeman will be right there to help!"
Ay-yi-yi. I think of how I would have felt in the old days if a sheriff had moved in next door and I am still a bit shuddery at the thought although we do absolutely NOTHING that's illegal these days. As far as I know. I need to go over and meet them, take some eggs if nothing else.
Boppy decided to take the boys down to Lloyd Creek to test the waters there for bream, having heard that they can be caught there. It's less than a mile away but of course finding worms in the garden and getting the fishing poles all ready took quite awhile. While the men did that, I made what I can only call Grandmother Cookies.
I mean- please.
So we sat on the porch swing after that and read some more stories and then their Papa came to pick them up and off they went with leftover soup and a bag of cookies.
And Mr. Moon went back to the creek to "drown some more worms" as he said.
Click on that title to go check it out. He'd love to get a few comments. Well, actually, he'd love to get millions of comments but wouldn't we all?
oh my, a sheriff next door definitely warrants a visit from Mer with a dozen eggs and perhaps cookies or loaf of her famous sourdough.....just to be *neighborly* and welcoming. Sheriff or not....that is the appropriate welcome for a new neighbor. Sounds like a lovely boy/man day...... and that nosegay (as I would call it) is lovely.ReplyDelete
I know. I should be a good neighbor. I mean- we do sometimes need each other around here. I'll take eggs for sure but do I want to waste an entire loaf of sourdough on someone who might be a Trumper? This is the twisted way in which I think.Delete
You are right- that is indeed a nosegay.
I am trying to remember - does tea olive smell sweet? The little vase full flowers certainly looks sweet. Glad your day was better. Mine was too.ReplyDelete
Yes! Tea olive is the sweetest smelling flower there is! It's such a tiny bloom that I often don't realize the tree is even flowering until I smell it! It's like apricots and heaven.Delete
I love old medicine bottles, especially dug up ones. I once found an Ellis Medicinal something or the other in the garden and sent it to my cousin Ellis in Texas.ReplyDelete
Excellent! I love old bottles too.Delete
Great day. Abd the everything cookies. Name that treat, it's in there!ReplyDelete
A sheriff, huh? Hm. Yes, eggs and cake are called for.
See my comment above to Susan M.Delete
I need to work on my compassion and empathy. I freely admit this.
I almost put coconut into the cookies and then decided that enough was enough.
Those cookies look good, and I'm glad you all had a good day.ReplyDelete
Well, Glen sure loves the cookies.Delete
I don't blame him, I would, too.Delete
I'd have the cookies without M&Ms, they do look yummy. Drowning worms is a great pastime for grandpas and small boys.ReplyDelete
I don't usually use M&M's in cookies but I had only a tiny amount of chocolate chips and Boppy suggested the M&M's so... All the boys were happy.Delete
Well August has a lovely Head of Hair himself and if he revels in Brushing yours then that is Heavenly. The one thing I do miss about having Dreadlocks is that no brushing is possible. Other than that tho' I prefer them, but having one's Hair brushed is blissful indeed. I'll check out Hank's Visual Blog now. I don't know I could handle Millions of Comments, just keeping up with a few sometimes overwhelms me since I try to respond to anyone who takes time to leave one.ReplyDelete
Last week when it was raining, August's curls were so tight and they reminded me of his little boy curls. He does have lovely hair.Delete
Thanks for checking out Hank's blog!
Grooming habits - oh yes, there's a great cartoon that I saw recently of one gorilla grooming another gorilla's back and finding a long blond hair. The caption is something like "have you been screwing around with that damn Jane Goodall again"?ReplyDelete
I remember when I was in elementary school the nurses used to come around a couple times a year and look through our hair for lice, and I loved that feeling! It is very much part of our ape heritage.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you and Mr. Moon had fun with the boys. Those "grandmother cookies" look fantastic. I love a cookie with M&Ms in it.
And we ignore that ape heritage, do we not? I wonder if we would have fewer mental health issues if we all groomed each other frequently. They should do a study!Delete
I could freeze you some of those cookies...
My big beautiful spirea died this past late summer/winter. I have no idea why, branches just started dying off and now it has one or two putting out some leaves but I think it's goners. Sounds like a fun day with the boys. We had a sheriff living not next door but around the corner but he retired. And we now have a town cop living a few doors down but no one hardly ever sees her.ReplyDelete
Have you tried pruning it back? I have another two spirea but they do not get enough sun (story of my life here) and rarely bloom much.Delete
I think this sheriff is a woman cop too.
Sounds like a fun day. Glad you are feeling better.ReplyDelete
If your cats didn't passionately hate each other, then cats would have been next on your list of animals who groom each other. Sometimes a quick tidying-up, sometimes a leisurely mutual fur-smoothing lick-fest, sometimes an excavational ear-cleaning.ReplyDelete
Not gonna happen with your two, though.
You got that right.Delete
Good that you're feeling better. I had to laugh at that comment from Mr. Moon about "drowning some more worms". I think my wife's father used to say that when he was alive and fishing near where they lived on the Gulf Coast.ReplyDelete
Yeah, it's an old fishing saying. That old fishermen say.Delete
We have had sheriffs for neighbors twice. Never right next-door. One we rarely saw and the other was a little odd but, they never bothered us. The cookies and flowers look divine.ReplyDelete