A Whole Lotta Love

I do believe that Maurice was beyond herself with joy when she realized that both of her humans were working in the garden today.  Mr. Moon was harvesting the potatoes out of their bags and I was picking beans, the rest of the carrots, some squash, and one little cucumber. And cherry tomatoes. 

Our experiment of growing potatoes in the bags did not produce a giant yield. It was rather sad. We're thinking that maybe they just didn't get enough water. Anyway, we got what we got. I obviously let some of the carrots get way too big. Here's what they looked like, scrubbed up a bit.

Should I tell my carrot joke? I know I've told it before but it's a good joke and since it's one of the only two jokes I know, I enjoy telling it. 
First off, let me say that I am not making fun of any races, creeds, or countries of origin. This joke must be told with a sort of Slavic accent to be funny. Maybe Slavic. How would I know? 

Here goes.

So two women were in the fields harvesting carrots and one of them pulled up a huge carrot. She looked at it and said, "Ach! Dis reminds me of my husband!"
The other woman looks at the carrot and asks in wide-eyed wonder, "He vas dat big?"
"No!" the other woman replies. "He vas dat dirty!" 

So okay. Was that offensive? I hope not. Have I ever told you the cow joke? 
Doesn't matter. I'll save it for another time. That's the only other joke I remember. 

I got a lot done today. It was supposed to be a Candie day but...once again she couldn't make it. Honestly, I don't think I have a cleaner any more. So I finished up my wood-preserving dusting with the piano and I did three loads of laundry and I cleaned the toilets and I brushed the dirt off the potatoes and set them in a cool, dry place to cure. 

That's in the guest room, right in front of the old fireplace. As you can see, these potatoes will be blessed. I'm pretty sure that all potatoes are blessed but these will be super-Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and an angel blessed. 

I planted the hydrangea that Jessie gave me for Mother's Day beside the back steps. 

It was NOT happy in the pot it came in but it's already looking better than it did an hour ago. I watered it in good. 

And I guess that's about it. You don't need to hear about my trip to the trash place although I will show you this picture. 

In case any of you were wondering how the almost-dead poinsettia that I got at the dump was doing- it looks like this now! I am so proud. Look at all those little baby leaves. 

Goodness. I forgot to mention that Mr. Moon has taken off for the coast to spend the night at his friend's place so that they can get up early in the morning and go fishing. Yesterday he said to me, "Well, it looks like our fishing trip may be on."
"Fishing trip?" I asked. 
"Yeah. I told you about it. Twice."
"Was I in the same room when you told me?"
"Hmmm... Maybe?"
Ha! 

I am SO glad he's getting to go do that thing that makes him so very happy. And I'm here in Lloyd, fine as I can be. I can certainly make my own martini and there are clean sheets on the bed. 

The magnolia blossom you may have noted in the picture above with today's harvest? 

It is a little beaten and battered but I can't tell you how heavenly it's making my kitchen smell. It came from the magnolia tree right by the garden. Mr. Moon reached up and brought the branch down to pick it. 

And since it's Friday, I will offer you this video of The Rolling Stones' Gimme Shelter that they played in East Rutherford, NJ last night. Please do not feel as if you must watch it. However, watching the way Mick Jagger interacts with the amazingly talented Chanel Haynes is a thing of eternal...what's the word? Hotness? 
Yeah. Something like that. 

And Keith and Ronnie demonstrate once again the ancient art of guitar weaving as Keith calls it. 

 

Be still my lonely little heart. 
Haha! 

And here's a picture of my darling May that Rachel posted on FB today.

Oh my goodness.  
She just called me from Bainbridge. They are having a very lovely time and are in love with the little shotgun house. Of course I am now weeping. I should have made her another one of those cakes to take with her. 
Next year. 

Happy Friday, ya'll. 

Love...Ms. Moon