#@*$&)*#$! Jowls



One of the downfalls of getting older is my skin and its down -fall. I’m talking about the lower portion where there used to be a nice jaw line.  Now it sags down making what cannot be called anything but jowls. I can handle laugh lines, I’ve always thought they give a bit of character, but the jowls caught me off guard.  I know! I will just get a shorter mirror, then when I look in it, I will just see my laugh lines and go on with my life knowing that I am a woman of character.



artsy pumpkin

The “bearded one’s” rescue pumpkin

The bearded one found this pumpkin growing in our compost pile. When it came time to turn over the pile he decided to save the little plant to see what it would become. It now is nestled near some small shrubs out in the back yard. The little fella has grown quite a lot producing a lot of lush green foliage and one lovely pumpkin. The bearded one has been watering it faithfully and it has responded by putting on some major growth. This will be the first year that we will have a nice large homegrown pumpkin gracing the front porch.  We are (at least the bearded one is) becoming quite the farmers out here on the prairie.



It’s hot outside. We live in the Pacific Northwest. When it approaches 70 degrees I begin to get uncomfortable. Today’s forecast is for 84, and  tomorrow’s  99. Yikes! Luckily here on the prairie we tend to get a lot of wind, which should help a little. The garden has done well so far, providing us with kale, snap peas, cukes, and carrots. Tomatoes are ripening thanks to the heatwave that we’ve been having.