When I stopped to pick up the chicks yesterday, I couldn’t help but be lured out to the garden. There were, after all, Sunflowers waving to me out in the early afternoon breeze. They wanted to be included in my photo shoot, and I felt obligated to honor their request.
Brigget was nowhere to be found, so I helped myself to a mouth-wateringly good cherry tomato. Man, was it good! Brigget, I owe you for a tomato. Okay, okay…I owe you for two tomatoes! They were good. Skip the watch dog
joined tried to stop me. He looked ferocious, really, he did! Doing his job, that good dog, Skip. Warned me not to set foot in his master’s garden. Well, until he was distracted by a fly, that is.
Hey, out of my…wait…where’d that fly go?
Hey, Brigget, this garden of your’s looks pretty good. You should think about selling stuff out of it rather than just letting your friends come and sneak tomatoes. And strawberries. Is that a scrumtious looking berry, or what? Brigget, I owe you for a strawberry, too. Just put it on my tab. Okay, okay! I ate two…
Gee, your pumpkins look good…but I see you’ve got your back-up sentry posted. I’ll not be trying to get past the eight legged wonder, thank you. I’ll pass on the pumpkin today (although I really need to get going on some pumpkin soap…hint, hint…)
I was about to leave when the table full of drying red onions caught my eye. You know…I’m the official photographer for Wake Robin Farm (Brigget’s farm), so of course I’m always looking for each and every photo opportunity. What, you think I just let myself in for no good reason while she’s away? No, I have a good reason. It’s to snitch free food. But I use photography as an excuse. Anyway (sheesh, stop getting me off track!), I spotted the onions and snapped a couple of pics. Then I realized there were all sorts of red onion skins laying around. Perfect! I wanted to try to make a natural dye from them for soap and yarn. I helped myself to one of those green strawberry boxes that Brigget had hidden in the barn and filled it with skins. There, that ought to be enough!
Er, Brigget…I owe you for onion skins and a little basket. Just put it on my tab.
bounced happily followed me with a scowl to my truck. He was happy to see me leave (really, Brigget, I promise, he was growling and snarling at my poor behavior!)
That fierce dog, Skip, chased me off!
Oh, and just so you know, City Boy found out about the chicks. Go ahead, folks, say it with me…”It’s all Brigget’s fault!” That lady is nothing but temptation, I swear!
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