Category Archives: Daughter C

Gen. U. Ine.

I’ve been boticing that stupid auto-correct fails miserably along the dialect fringe. Gen-U-Ine (for you poor souls that don’t know this, I’m uttering the word, according to Webster, “genuine” as how it’s said, “Gen-U-Ine” by some people. Genuine. It’s a word.) ‘Nuff of that. This is a Genuinely Large Tomato. We’re right proud.   (Visited

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The Classics

I just read a very interesting article about the Classics, and especially the Aeneid. Meanwhile, Mr. Big Food made Chicken & Pastry with some fresh herbs this evening. We had a salad with lots of home grown tomatoes. The Farm flourished in my absence. A testament to Daughter C. Though there is a toilet paper

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In a surprise move…

I was in the kitchen this late afternoon working on the soup. I heard the dogs utter, “Hey! We didn’t expect you until tomorrow!” And I turned around to catch a glimpse of the long haired Hippy Dog. Daughter C! And Gil & Bebe!! I did not expect them until tomorrow. And here they are

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