Thursday. K says, "Don't worry, we can keep hiking far into these woods, yeah we can keep going and going cause if I'm gonna have this baby there will be signs waaaaayyyy before labor even starts. Days even, pleeeennnnttyyyy of time. Don't worry."
Friday. The baby is born. In 4.5 hours, about the length of a decent hike, only a little bit more than the total time of our hikes lately. Whatever. I am never listening to what the pregnant lady says ever again. That's just me. And this is my side of the story. K can start her own blog where the rules of HER universe make sense. I'm hiking with her dog now.
Sunday. Spontaneous dinner party where Ben & Joe make a) spontaneous handmade pasta, b) spur of the moment homemade mayonnaise, c) hand peeled fava beans for nouveau (nouvelle?) midwestern pasta salad on a bed of bitter greens from their garden, chilled tomato soup (tomatoes & dill also picked from their garden) and a crazy good fruit compote including pansies, tiny wild strawberries and ginger infused whipped cream.
Yeah, that's the way I like it.
B says, "I WISH we could have a bull snake come and live in the garden."
A says, " Did you know that those bigger black ants taste just like lemon drops?"
L says, "What? I didn't hear what you just said. I was blogging in my mind."
J makes jokes about 70's inspired jello molds and men's shoes reminiscent of the days when the pilgrims first landed. This is retro inspired style we just don't need. Hoping those shoes stay IN the closet. It's way too hot these days to be tested like this.
