I'm a lousy blogger. Just thought you'd like to know. Oh, you noticed? Well, thanks for coming back to check on me now and again.
I harvested the bulk of my basil this week.
I didn't take the plants down completely. We still have quite a bit of warm weather ahead of us, so I'm hoping for some more fresh basil before the season is done. It was a good bit dried. Certainly enough to get me through until spring.
My hopes that September and the schedule that school brings would slow things up a bit for us. Those hopes have been dashed upon the rocks of reality. It could be that we are even busier than before. I hope once we get used to the new routine that every day won't be such a flurry of to do lists. I'm going to hold onto that thought anyway. A girl's got to have a dream.
I just thought you needed a random chicken picture. I love my Muffin. She's such a good chicken. She's been molting this past month. She's about done. Poor baby lost all her tail feathers. She's still pretty though.
Beth Moore isn't doing a regular study this fall. While I'm sad about that, she is doing a 3-part series called Fall Forward. The first one was this week. I went with some girlfriends. She had Travis Cottrell, who usually travels with her, as opposed to her usual praise singers who usually open her Bible studies here in town. It was the first time I have had the privilege of hearing him perform. Man, can that boy sing. He made wonderful choices in music and did an excellent job performing them. We had an amazing praise and worship time. So often in situations like that the music can be too loud for me. I thought he did an excellent job of balancing it all so it was loud enough without being too loud. If you ever have the chance to hear him perform, go for it. You won't be disappointed.
My baby girl is fast approaching her 10th birthday. She is all arms and legs. And hair. She hates jeans and long pants in general. She prefers skorts to just about anythings else. You know, the little skirts with shorts underneath. Well, girlfriend must have hit a growth spurt while I wasn't looking. There will definitelybe some new skorts in her birthday haul. She's as skinny as all get out, so they never get too tight on her, but the ones she has now are riding up a little too high. Her cute little bohonkadonk is going to be hanging out soon. I am constantly amazed at how things seems to just suddenly become too small for the kids. They seem just fine one day and can't get them on the next.
Tomorrow is September 11th. A year after the attacks, my son was asked to pose for some photographs for a friend's art students to paint. There was an exhibit and some NYFD members came down for the event. I look at the pictures from that day and can't believe how much he has grown since then.
I remember the fireman on the left saying that on that day he was off-duty and at home taking care of his kids. He could see the attacks from the window of his apartment. He saw the burning buildings and called his wife to come home. He had to get in to work.
If you see a firefighter tomorrow, say thank you. Come to think of it, if you see one any day, say thank you.
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Have a great weekend.