Today was unusual. No one had to work, be at school or do anything for anyone. This rarely happens. Andy and I made plans to go to the $ theater to see How To Train Your Dragon. I have to say I was surprised at how much we both enjoyed the movie. Since it was just the two of us, we got hot dogs, popcorn and a soda to eat while we watched. Honestly, this was one of my favorite movies in a long time. It was funny, smart and a little scary at times (granted, I’m a wimp). We were in a packed-full (on a Monday afternoon, mind you) $ theater and everyone cheered and clapped at the end. Kind of fun.
When we got home, Andy headed off to play with his best friend. I headed out to the dregs of my garden. Yes, here in Florida, good gardening days are just about gone. We had a great run this year. We’ve harvested lots of green beans, gallons of tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers. The black beans were a fun experiment – how in the world they sell bags of them for so little money in grocery stores is beyond me, though. The watermelons are hanging on for now and we have some additional peppers, cucumbers and tomatoes coming, but mostly, it’s just too hot for anything to grow. I think once I tear everything out of the garden, I’m going to plant a ton of sunflowers, just to see what happens. For some reason, sunflowers grow insanely well in that part of our yard.
In the midst of the garden, Andy discovered what can only be called a mystery melon a few weeks ago. It was growing in the middle of the black beans. Not a cucumber. Not a watermelon. I hadn’t planted anything else melon-ish. We have been letting it grow. Today, Andy could no longer stand it. I let him pick it. Once I saw the bottom of the melon, I knew 1)what it was and 2)we should not have picked it just yet. But, now we know that cantaloupes grow quite well in our garden. I guess there was a seed in the compost. I can’t wait to try growing them on purpose!
Ian and Tim both spent their days with friends. Dan was home but busy tying up loose ends to his Eagle Scout project. He hit Goodwill in search of a frame for a generous benefactor to this project. He found a beautiful frame and put a picture of himself with the completed project into the frame. He pulled the most amazing picture out of the frame and I found it on the kitchen counter when Andy and I got home today.
It’s a beautiful, tiny watercolor painting with no signature. To me it’s remarkable in its scale and detail. I’m “artsy” but I have no patience for wee things and I’m not huge on teeny-tiny details. However, I truly admire people who are. It makes me sad that someone just gave this little treasure away, but I’m happy to have it. Crazy thing is, though, I’m going to have to go to the thrift store to find a suitable frame for it.