I'm Easily Amused

Which is a really good thing if you think about it. I mean, here I am, home all day, rarely leaving the property (by choice--some people would call me a recluse, but I prefer homebody), not talking to anyone except A. and the MiL. And the dogs, of course. I don't even watch t.v. for God's sake. But I find endless entertainment in the things I see on these five acres every day. Like a pumpkin.

See, we planted some pumpkin seeds on the far edge of the garden by the barn. Pumpkin vines wander pretty far, and we were hoping these vines would wander up the side of the barn. Instead, they wandered over the blackberries, through the potatoes, possibly over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house. And into the barn. Not around the barn, or over the barn, but into the barn. The vine worked its way between the siding, and then a pumpkin grew right over the lambs' water container. I have this vision of a lamb leaning in to get a drink, and the pumpkin falling right on its head, cartoon-style. After which the lamb would stagger away with little stars and tweeting birds circling around its head.

It's like the pumpkin of Damocles*.

Except the lambs actually drink from a bucket by the gate, so this is one scenario that will only live in my imagination.

* If you don't know who Damocles was, go read up on your Greek legend. Thank you.