I don't think Johnny likes the tall grass as much as I do. It's harder for him to see his prey.
This is Smooch alerting me that the big, scary propane truck had arrived.
It was the highlight of her week.
Minnie contemplated a bone in the yard.
So did I. It was good to see some life in the old bones.
I saw three monkeys in this set –
the hear-see-speak-no-evil ones?
If you haven't seen this article in the NY Times, you might want to check it out. It's called
Forty Portraits in Forty Years. Photographer Nicholas Nixon took a photo of these four sisters,
in the same arrangement, every year since 1975. The images are nothing short of captivating.
I think part of my fascination with them is that I was probably the same age as one of the sisters in 1975.
To see the aging process on them is to see it on myself. Kinda scary.
What do you think, guys? Shall we take a selfie in the same spot each year for the next 40?
When I get to be 100 and somebody asks me what the secret is to living a long, happy life,
green chile will be near the top of the list. I put up a sack of my favorite food yesterday.
The chore went by very quickly because Jack Bauer was in the kitchen helping me.
Having imaginary boyfriends keeps me young.
I like to wait until the end of the harvest season to put up my green chile because there will usually be
lots of red ones in the sack (the green chiles turn red when they ripen on the vine).