Although it got off to a late start, it's been another good weekend.
On Friday night I was looking forward to coming home to pick about 1/2 dozen little strawberries. When I last saw them, they were glistening in the morning dew, but I thought that they could use one more day of sunshine. The previous ones I'd picked started sweet but the finish made me pucker, so I figured that I'd been a bit impulsive. But when I got to the garden, the strawberries weren't there. What the heck? I had covered them with bird netting secured with ground staples. Then I discovered a hole in the ground at the base of one of the plants, with a partially eaten strawberry by it. I shoved a pine cone in it with sharp sides down. It's on, greedy chipmunk! I was able to finish an essay I'd been working on about weddings and love - it's up, so check it out if you're inclined. Speaking of love, happy father's day to my Dad. I must be his favorite because I was the first to call him today, my slacker siblings! :)
Janine Bilodeau.....your sister
18/6/2012 07:43:01 am
You should have checked the time on my FB entry to Dad for Father's day....you're in second place:)
celine
19/6/2012 10:54:22 pm
You got me. Who knew Dad was going to be such a techie? 2nd place it is! Comments are closed.
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AuthorCeline Boyle is a writer living in Maine. She is a member of SCBWI. Archives
September 2013
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