Riley is standing here.....wanting to be a part of what I am doing. So a picture of Riley--his muzzle white with the years. 89 pounds. Down from 98 on his recent Vet visit to have his nails trimmed. He was trotting out by the tomato boxes this morning--still a handsome gait. The sweetest dog at 4 months and now at 11 years. Whatcha doin?
Reading Mary Kay Andrews. Sweet (makes my teeth ache) Southern books. Watching Hallmark summer movies (wish they'd let me proof the film before they show it-would that be a job I could apply for?). Just trying to get thru days of boredom, heat and humidity. Even making and drinking Sweet Tea. I did live and love in the South for 6 of my formative years as a wife and mother. Reading these books makes me want to go back. Live there again. Even though it's humid and oh so hot.
Instead--peaches on sale at the grocery so I will be making a Southern Peach Cobbler later this afternoon. I did eat a juicy tomato sandwich (over the sink) yesterday for lunch and plan to eat another today, tomorrow and the day after. I have pulled pork in the freezer if I want a BBQ pork salad. All these much loved foods---from those 6 years. And biscuits.
What I really am dreaming about is the soft, almost threadbare, flowered summer house dresses of the South. Like my linen camp shirts but with a skirt. Bare legs. Bare feet. Clothing that floats around your body.
Well, it's Goodwill day. If only the "boys" here would get on with it. Pokey. Slow to wake up and stay awake......G is just finishing his breakfast. At almost half past 11.
2 comments:
One of my former co-workers moved to Atlanta from Vermont. She loved sweet tea. Asked several people for the recipe. She said they just looked at her.
Yeah--that's what it's like for Northerns. It's just tea with twice as much sugar as you think it should have.
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