Potatoes

We went out at about 9:30 this morning to dig up our potato patch. The girls dug enthusiastically for about 5 minutes. Then it got hot. I spent the next 20 minutes by myself with the sun beating down on me, sweat trickling down my back, retrieving our crop. I tried to get inside the head of a 19th century Irish (or Scottish?) farmer. Digging potatoes is not romantic. One of the biggest challenges is getting them out without cutting them with your shovel.  

Last year's crop.

I think we'll have this tomorrow.

Visiting the Lolos

Thanks to the graciousness of the Lolos and the fun, yet restful, time we've had here in Ohio, we've ended up staying two extra days. Some highlights: 

"Let's see how fast this thing goes..."

I have fat legs!

Lola's ice cream cake was totally delectable, as Fancy Nancy would say.

Frankie bedecked Great Grandma Cook with petunias....

...and then proceeded to Rose.

Lola treated Frankie and Teresa to a girls' day out. They came back with new sandals and lovely hair-dos.

The Cooks' new back porch is like a zen garden... so lovely and peaceful. 

Bright yellow finches service the feeder. 

We've had a great time! Maybe we'll stay another day....