Not only did my last post bore you to tears, it may have killed you. Or at least left you speechless. For not a one of you made a peep.
Which confirms what I’ve feared all along: my unadorned life is woefully dull, boo-hoo.
But I’m not crying about that today. No, today there was no boredom to be found. Just lots of crazy.
This, my bored-to-tears dearies, is what crazy looks like.
Ain’t she purdy?
Crazy is four-and-a-half bushels of apples getting mushed into 81 quarts of sauce.
Crazy is four bushels of nectarines and three bushels of mini cantaloupe-sized peaches spread out all over the downstairs room.
Crazy is red raspberries getting picked and tomatoes getting ignored.
Crazy is my new best friend, cuckoo!