Snapshots: First, Poppy

One day I asked Poppy if she would like to organize the mess of pens and pencils we have in jars. Of course she did. Then she spent another hour or so checking all the markers in the art box to see which were dried out.

Something none of my sons have ever expressed interest in.

Then she helped me chop rhubarb for the strawberry/rhubarb crisp.

For a day or so, Poppy had a pet fly she had trapped between the window and the screen in the dining room. She gave it water in a pistachio shell and crumbs from her toast, but despite her tender care, the fly died, as flies are wont to do. I suggested she bury it outside. This was the grave.

A proper Christian burial.

Another day, she made herself a reading nest on the floor.

A perfect place to read Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle.

Eldest son continues to work on his old truck. There was a custom-made steel bumper on another old truck at our neighbor's house that A. wanted to get--with permission, of course--to put on son's truck. I went up there with him to remove it.

Now that's a serious bumper.

Sheep at sunrise.

I had an unfortunate episode when I was making oatmeal that resulted in my deciding that perhaps the top of the refrigerator is not the best storage spot for the quick oats.

Good day for the chickens, though.

And last, A. and Poppy chose a very pretty vase for me at an antique store that they gave to me for my birthday. It's quite tall, and also pale blue, and most of the flowers I've had have not been tall enough or the right color for that vase. So I hadn't used it yet.

However, many of the wildflowers our friends brought to tea were quite tall, and several of the varieties were purple. Perfect for my birthday vase, which is now on the big bookcase in the living room.

So pretty.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.