Today my wonderfully helpful sister was weeding my jungle of a garden. She told me there were tons of tomatoes, especially cherry ones. Then she exclaimed that there were these really long cucumbers hanging off the back fence. “Cucumbers?,” I thought. Didn’t all my cukes die during the heat wave a couple of weeks ago? And since when […]
Wonderfully, magically, the 5-year old is totally buying the Elf story. For the first 20 minutes of Seymore’s guard duty, she stared at him, convinced he was alive. I couldn’t tell if she was scared or thrilled. Later that evening, she swore she saw him move, perhaps to stretch (sitting for a long time is tiring).