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everyday; ordinary; commonplace
Morning glory.
He’s weaned now, although he still follows her around like her name is Mary.
The disaster that is my porch, thanks to some nesting barn swallows.
(And no, I do not live in a barn.)
Oops.
Perhaps the best thing out of my kitchen this week.
Sauteed spinach and onions, cheesy polenta, fried egg, and skillet-charred tomatoes.
Sun-kissed and (sloppily) polished.
This same time, years previous: rosa de jamaica tea, down to the river to play, deviating from my norm, questions and carrots, we love you, Wayne, Aunt Valerie’s blueberry bars, asparagus, goat cheese, and lemon pasta, and de butchery.
3 Comments
Rebecca
Oh, my! When you consider the obstacles those swallows have to dodge to get from their southern home to their northern…I throw the doors open and roll out the red carpet.
Second Sister
I've got the swallow problem. Big time. I finally gave up taking down the nest. Many generations later, their nest has fixed patches but still has its integrity and they just keep going. There are times when the babies were teenagers (full size) I came out at night and saw 5-6 full size birds trying to snuggle in, but mostly hanging off the edge. Hilarious. Those Swallows…
Michelle @ Give a Girl a Fig
That meal looks amazing…I've been craving cheesy polenta for about a week since I saw it on Pioneer Woman. I may just have to make it tonight!