1-2-3 Hockey: 4 of 39
Schnookie and I headed over the farm bright and early this morning so that Schnookie could slave over picking blackberries, green beans and hot peppers, and I could wander around taking pictures. — Pookie
August 26, 2009 by Pookie
1-2-3 Hockey: 4 of 39
Schnookie and I headed over the farm bright and early this morning so that Schnookie could slave over picking blackberries, green beans and hot peppers, and I could wander around taking pictures. — Pookie
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I hear the Devils are bringing back the Christmas-colors jersey sometime this season and this is good. In that really awful way.
No, Pokecheck, it’s awful in that really awful way. :D
Good morning, everyone! Quiet day here, huh?
Oh my goodness. That picture is stunning!
(Schnookie here, still too lazy to turn on my own computer.)
Thanks kristin! I’ll take all the credit for this picture even though I was busy slaving in the beanfields when it was being taken. Heh.
I’ll take all the credit for this picture even though I was busy slaving in the beanfields when it was being taken.
How did you end up as the beanfield slave while Pookie played photographer?
I ask myself that surprisingly often, Amy. :P (Seriously, though, Pookie’s not much of one for going to or working at the farm. Since I’m the cook and the food-procurer, that falls on my list of responsibilities. I didn’t want to go to the farm alone yesterday, because there were further errands to be run and it made sense to just make one trip, so the deal was that I would do all the picking, and Pookie would make a rare photo excursion to the fields. It was all good. There’s a lot of pressure out there to take great pictures, because it’s very picturesque. Sometimes I’m just as happy to literally keep my head down among the green beans and just let someone else handle the photography. :D)
I feel terribly guilty about my not doing any picking. I tend to get really spacey when I get out in the farm fields, because I only go over there once a year or so, so I’m not in the habit of being a hardcore picker. I feel shame. (Also, since I don’t cook with the stuff, I tend to second guess myself on the ripeness of the veggies. I do that in our garden, too.)
I have no problem being the vegetable picker in the house. Although Boomer’s actually incredibly good at it. She’s a champion bean picker. :D