Waiting for June
Saturday, January 30, 2010
A Sign
Nolie and I like to play a little game. On daycare days, as we travel to and fro, we pass the Berry Patch. While driving by, I quietly read the sign to Nolan, "Shhh, the berries are sleeping." Nolan whispers back, "So shut up." This is the third winter we've played this game. We're both very easily amused. Some would say I moreso than he. They probably would be right.
Waiting for June
Waiting for June
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The berry patch.
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When we lived out in Sask.during the "Dirty Thirties" we had large berry patches- strawberries,rasberries. This of course was necessary because there wereten kids in the family,I of course was the best one. Mom Used to preserve at least 500 quarts of fruit every year.A big portion of this was Saskatoons.She also made fruit from marrows which was quite deliceous.One never hears of marrow fruit in Ontario.
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One day when I was five and it was getting dark, I was nowhere to be found. My seven-year-old brother said that Iwas out in the picks.Nobody knew what- the- heck the picks were,so Dougie led everyone out to the freashly-cut wheat field and showed them.They heard me cryimg and they found me in a stook of wheat.
Now the "Picks".All during the summer wefour boys went bare-footed.When Dad cut the wheat with the binder it left about six or eight inches of wheat stems or stubble standing, so when we walked through the stubble, it would "Pick" our feet.
So now you all know what Picks are.
Eat lots of friut and wheat.
Bye now,
Daddy.
Never heard of marrow fruit, Dad. I'll have to go look that one up.
...aah, looks like zucchini. Which reminds me, I have some thawing to make zucchini bread. Better get to work.
ah, good work. I like the habits of regular journeys. Me and sharon drive past a little farm quite often. It's got pigs - so I shout "Pigs!!" when I see them. Sheep - so I shout "Sheep!!" when I see them. It's all got large male chickens - so I shout "Big C**k" when I see one of them.
I know its not mature. I know it only generates a world weary sigh. But it's really funny when I do it when i've forgotten there's a more mature passanger travelling in the back. It all goes quite quiet for a while.
Philip
Seems to me, it's the moments of immaturity that get us through the day. That's what I tell people when they give me 'that look.'
One time Liz and I were driving in a rural area, long ago when we were both city girls. We liked to drive out of the city and sight-see. Our goal was to get lost, but we never were able to accomplish that, primarily because all roads lead to Millbrook.
Anyway, one time I saw a bunch of square bales of hay on the side of the hill, and I thought they there sheep. To this day, when Liz and I are driving around, and there are bales of hay, she says, "Oh look! Sheep!"
Sadly, this is true. I'm starting to understand your desire to have a border collie named Ace. It's to tell the sheep from the bales of hay, isn't it? Baa.
We almost got lost in the fall. Remember stopping on the railway tracks for a picture? Twice? And the skull and crossbones? I think I heard a banjo too.
That was seriously creepy, but have no fear. One look at the Dale Junior teddy bear hanging from your rear view mirror, and we'd be welcomed with open arms, into the clan.
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