'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine,--some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!"
--James Whitcomb Riley
Amen, JWR! I just got 2 new books of his poems and this snippet of poem came from Riley-Farm Rhymes, which may be my mos' fayveritist book of his (how'd I do?). If you haven't given him a real read, I recommend it. Not all of his poems are in this old timey Indiana dialect, but I must admit that I love the ones that are. He also writes poems that are much more formal in structure, but just as rich in sentiment; I am a fan. And the Farm Rhyme book also has fabulous drawings, some complex and some simple line drawings. I might jus' copy the line drawings for embroidermary.
I felt knee deep in June this weekend. I think I'm easing into Summer rather well, if I do say so myself. My nice neighbor brought over his pressure washer and I did the deck on Friday. Check out what my legs looked like afterward--the filthy business! But the deck was clean...
...until the chickens came up to investigate.
Saturday was spent with CC, driving around to country garage sales, visiting my great-uncle's and his wife's lovely nursery with their big garden art show going full tilt, and eating delicious sushi for lunch. At one of the garage sales, I saw a great looking vintage bike, which got me to thinking about Caroline's upcoming birthday. Perhaps instead of looking at new bikes, I should be thinking vintage? I didn't see any kids vintage bikes, but they must exist, right? Boy, I sure wish I still had my old yellow Schwinn with the white banana seat covered with pink flowers. <insert wistful sigh> Enter Craigslist. And can you just imagine my surprise to see MY OLD BIKE for sale? In Seattle. For a decent price. Soooo, I emailed and held my breath. Yesterday morning I had a reply and the bike was still there, but they were having a garage sale. I left my number. He called. He trusted me when I said I'm a SURE THING and that I'd pick it up by 3. <insert hollerin' and a little happy dance here> L and I were going to the city anyway to hang out with D, so we swung by the nice, trusting people's house and got the bike! That's right!!! I GOT THE BIKE.
But what do the chickens think??
They're impressed! And so am I, with June, as a whole, and with all of the sweet things that have come with her this year.
"...Whoop out loud! and th'ow my hat!--
June wants me, and I'm to spare!
Spread them shadders anywhere,
I'll git down and waller there,
And obleeged to you at that!" (JWR)