"From three-thirty to four, it rained pitchforks."
So simple, yet what a picture.
We've got company.
I've made a dozen loaves of bread: yesterday, so as to please them while they're here; and today, to send back to Calgary with them on Friday.
|Father and son|
|Darling daughter-in-law tackles my filthy keyboard|
|Beast on my couch|
My dogs stayed indoors, as if it was too cold out; or maybe guarding their territory from the two temporary dogs that are house dogs. Whatever the case, it's a doggy zoo around here.
The title promised pitchers:
|Belonged to my grandmothers|