Bradley spent the day with me on Wednesday. I told him he could do exactly what he wanted to do, So the pictures show a few things he chose to do. Other things not pictured included playing with "army" guys and watching tv. He is so easy to spend the day with.
Today Lindsay and Brittany and I met at Olive Garden for lunch. It was so good to see them. We had to catch up on school stuff and family stuff. We occasionally stopped talking long enough to eat our breadsticks of course! Thanks girls for the fun day. Let's do it again soon.
For those of you who are following the real life drama of the missing figs, you will want to read this post. Using digital photography and bait, the sting operation has begun and has thus far rendered 3 possible suspects. When I tried to question them they fled the scene. It is believed that they may have left behind traces of their DNA which will need to be sent to CSI lab. It is not known whether they are all involved or if one is to blame. Further investigation is needed. Rumor in the neighborhood is that squirrels and birds may also be involved. Sounds as if there is gang activity in my neighborhood.
When I was a little girl...when dinosaurs roamed the earth...there was a fig tree in the corner of our neighbor's yard that hung generously over the fence. About this time of the year I would enjoy the shade of the fig tree's canopy and the warm figs. When Don and I got married, I planted a fig tree at the southeastern corner of our house. Many years I've stood under its canopy and enjoyed its fruit. Last year when the figs ripened, I was in Colorado helping Jaime get settled in her new home so.....this year I've been looking forward to eating the figs. A couple of days ago Grandmother told me that she had picked a big tub from her tree so off I went this morning. I debated whether to take a bowl or a bucket...hmmmmm...bowl is what I chose. "I can always pick again in the morning." I thought.
I put on my sandals and padded across the dew covered grass with much anticipation. Sun warned figs for breakfast...I could hardly wait! I ducked to enter the large leaf canopy, eyes upward. My eyes darted from branch to branch to branch to branch to branch.... not a single ripe fig. Just days before I had seen them from the window. Had I missed the harvest? Had they all fallen to the ground in waste? Sadly I looked down expecting to see the over ripe figs fermenting on the ground. Not a fig. Not a single one. Someone had beaten me to the harvest? Who would do such a thing?
Ahh, then I remembered. I had heard footsteps early one morning. Could that have been the thief? Had there been trespassers? Maybe more than one?
I had REAL trouble while Olivia was here. I couldn't keep my hands off of her beautiful curls. I kept thinking about how much my mother would love them. My Mom would love the whole package not just the curls.