This is true. Also, and not entirely unrelated, our gentle counselor Mildred Elise turned ten years old in August.
They do. I'm not a weirdo.
So here are pictures of, um, piles of chopped vegetables and, um,
Pip was big enough to help cut beans this year, even though she sometimes confused the dull and sharp sides of the knife.
She proved a great addition to our bean-chopping hilarity.
I think Millie took these.
Here's what I normally try to present to the world. (And, no, for the love of Pete, I am not wearing blush or lipstick or white clown paint. Okay, maybe a leetle bit of white clown paint..)
For your viewing (dis)pleasure, here are some snippets of the big day.
Every single day of the summer, unless forgetfulness or sloth crept in, the girls or I took a trip to the herb bed to snip the chamomile and calendula that blossomed overnight. The first few dozen bowlfuls brought satisfaction, but by the time October rolled around, I was sending the girls out to gather them and then just dumping them on the screen to dry or not to dry, as they would, and eventually, I simply didn't gather them at all. The bright bursts of color the calendula trumpeted in an otherwise barren garden, well after the first frosts and even past the first snowfall, were worth more than the petals to me. I highly recommend growing calendula (pot marigold) for reasons culinary, medicinal, or for the simple virtue of their brilliant orange and yellow heads.
I took these pictures, obviously, in the honeymoon period of calendula and chamomile, when I blissfully ignored the fact that photo-journaling gardeners are kind of weird.
It's perfectly all right to laugh at the fact that this past summer I made baby gifts for two 4 year-old nephews and one 2-year old nephew. After you laugh, though, please note that I did make the baby gifts.
I don't know if keeping one's word has an expiration date, but, if not, I delivered.
Delivered: one shirt for Nickel Pickle, acrobat extraordinaire.
Delivered: shirts for Simeon, Lover of Little Things, and Henry with the Will of Steel.
I just know, okay?
(The skirt had to be pinned for Luci, Heidi, so there might be some taking in in your future.)