As the weather gets nicer I notice I post less. We have been outside enjoying our Indian Summer. When it is this gorgeous it is hard to think of moving, but then in the 17 degrees sunless, six months of winter you couldn't convince me to stay. Yesterday we picked blueberries, four buckets worth. They are incredibly large and sweet.
Task-oriented Alex and Emily applied themselves to filling their buckets to the brim. Easy-going Fritz preferred to eat that which he picked. And Undiscriminating Jane picked berries off the bushes and the ground, ate them whether green or blue and had a very muddy mouth when we were finished.
On Sunday, as I was helping Emily get dressed, Jane found some shorts and draped them over her shoulders. She dressed herself for church. At the impressionable age of one, she must have seen a sari somewhere and tried to the duplicate the effect. She is a girl after her mama's heart.
In the last two weeks I have read five books and painted my dining room twice. Here is the latest color. Perhaps I shouldn't admit it, but since moving in, this room has changed colors five times.
And a funny unrelated note: History has a way of repeating itself. When someone near and dear me was little, he saw a toilet on display in a store and proceeded to use it. Well, a few days ago when we were in the hardware store, Emily saw a toilet in the plumbing aisle and adjusted her outfit to climb up on the seat. I turned around just in time to see her obvious intentions.
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