Garden pleasures

Digging potatoes and making backyard Concord grape juice...

Of hair

We called her Medusa yesterday.  After taking the twists out of Mita's hair and before fluffing it out into a loose style, this is how she looked: 

As for me, well, I combed my hair for the first time since March the other day.  I have certainly never been so happy about something so mundane. 

The haps

So, what's new?  The children have all taken to calling themselves certain names lately.  G refers to himself as ChiquitOn, Mita as Hija and BubU as BebE.  If I dare even call BubU anything else, he corrects me!

They have made the area between the couch and little table their car and they are really putting on the miles!  Here you see them driving to our friend's house for a dinner of pasta with pesto... always Jessie's delicious pasta with pesto.  Unfortunately, they get in a disagreement every time:  BubU wants to listen to the song "Come Awake" and G almost always wants to listen to the Brewers' game. 

They have also been dressing up a lot lately.  Here is one of the finest outfits I've seen so far:

And they have been putting out a lot of car fires (We saw one a while back, burning up right in front of our house.), taking turns on the turtle fire engine, using the ring-peg as a foam-shooter. 

Presenting...

The Earnest Belters.

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"Dios, eres perfecto.  Jesús, gracias por la vida.  Espíritu Santo, ayúdanos.  Dios, dale un trabajo a Boo-ah, por favor.  En el nombre de Jesús... Amén!" 

Last night

Noxious fumes...

My compadres: insomniac crickets,
Surprising stars.

Squirrel attack?

A crisp, fresh breeze...

Boy-men sleeping on a trampoline,
In a dewy pile by morning.

Shots?

Hot campfire rocks setting up a déjà vu.

I'll be back.

Memory verse 2

Salmos 23:1     El señor es mi pastor; nada me falta.