This white pumpkin vine thinks he is a bird, and wants to live in the birdhouse. If I was the resident bluebird I would be afraid. These pumpkins are growing at a very fast rate, and they are not aware that they were meant to be IN the garden. They seem to have a mind of their own.
She is a constant source of laughter and fun. Her face, in tandem with her feathery brown eyebrows, is alive with expression and joy.
The constant need to be the center of attention can sometimes grow old, especially for those who don't love her like we do. We pray as her parents that we can temper her love to be noticed, into a love to turn others toward the Joy that her maker infuses her with.
It is often hard to not just laugh at her antics, even in those times when they are inappropriate for the given circumstances. She is just that funny!
Although Kartwright is home schooled, a small Christian school near by is excited to have him on their team. Kartwright is thrilled to be so wanted, and is making lots of new friends.
Friday night was the first scrimmage, and K got his first shot as QB.
I know a lot about football, that's why I can use terms like QB real casual like that. :)
Can you see coach Nick in the background?
Doesn't it look like he is calling after them like a worried father that forgot to let them know what they are in for.
"UMMMM, uh wait uhhh, guys with the 5s listen up now."
Yeah, uhmmmmm, uh well, when you get out there uhhh, do like we talked about, and don't worry if those really big guys in the black jerseys hit yah, cuzuhhhh, I mean cuzuhhhh you'll be alright, that's why your wearin all that padding, right?, OK, now go out there and hit someone, or catch, or throw, or whatever we decided you were a doin"
I don't think he really talks like that, I just like to imagine.
It was pouring down rain now, and we were all huddled under two kinda small umbrellas.
I could only get pictures from behind.
It was pretty much a miracle that I got any pictures at all.
The game was eventually called due to lightning in the second inning, I mean quarter, and we all went home tired and soggy. It was fun though, and we are all excited to spend the next several Friday nights watching our guy play, and cheering the Cougars to victory.
We had more tomatoes than we knew what to do with. Kartwright can only eat so many BLT's, and something had to be done before all that juicy goodness went to waste. What to do, what to do.... I know, I'll google it. What did we do without google? So, I feverishly typed in
How to can tomatoes,
and I found this gem of wisdom and knowledge. So, I got myself to the nearest best buy, and bought some canning jars, and jumped right in with much fear and trembling.
The tomatoes followed right along with me, and decided they too wanted to be saved and later enjoyed by our family, during the cold dark days of winter.
I was so glad they complied, even through all twelve minutes of hanging upside down. Sweet, sweet tomatoes I tell ya, and so very kind to go along with such a novice, in such a risky endeavor.
Aren't they so very beautiful all lined up in a neat long row in such sweet submission?