The Bounty of The Promise Land

Acres of yellow headed tansies, waving in the breeze and full of striped caterpillars. We picked them all! And now, everyone is napping or supposed to be because three hours of hard at work makes you appear you exhausted. I didn't wear gloves and so my hands are extremely blistered and swelling at a rapid rate. I should have worn lavender kid gloves and a sprigged bonnet. But it was not meant to be and so my hands are hurting terribly. Ach! They are a pain. The good thing is that the field is clear of any saucy weed and black and red moths can be seen fluttering over the rough sea of grass. I haven't posed since May and my poor neglected weblog is appearing pretty blank this year. we've been having too much fun over the summer despite a sticky situation with the landlords. Happily everyone is happy. I just finished going to a Schoenstatt camp with about thirty other girls. It was too short and too long. By too long I mean the nights. Sleeping with thirty other girls in a high school classroom was a new and tiring experience. All was good. Girls will be girls, and kittens will be cats.

A certain four-year old boy declared he was a little farmer. His face was streaked with blackberries. There are many surprises on the farm. Two month old kittens were seen scampering around the 72 bales of fresh hay.

The land is beautiful. We all have learned that the promise land will yield tansies and when you you are given a patch, pull. (In this idiom, you have to use the muscles in your calves. He, he, he)