Fuzzy wuzzy was a peach….

Pardon me while I wipe this peach juice off my cheek….
I just ate 4. in a row.

I climbed a tree and picked some lofty ripe ones in the backyard yesterday afternoon. I had my own little bushel basket… if only I owned a pair of overalls and a straw hat….

For some reason I kept singing Big Rock Candy Mountain in between picking and hiding from dive bombing hornets. My subconscious always seems to find the perfect soundtrack for whatever I do.

Aside from cultivating the agriculture within, I’ve been trying to kick start (is that even a word?) my creativity. I’ve felt too much BLAH and not enough joy in the daily little things. I’ve just had this nagging tug that this has to change. I used to make a list of all the things that made me smile throughout the day – so here is a tiny bit of last this past week’s list:

  • Meeting up with my sister for an impromptu lunch date and  feeding bits of our sandwich to a mangey, yet adorable baby sparrow
  • Having a random conversation with a 2nd grade Harry Potter  lookalike boy while we were both waiting for our bus. Cute lil’ guy…
  • Attending traffic school and listening to a little old retired cop move matchbox cars around on a magnetic chalkboard intersection on an easel and made sound effects like a 2 year old. Spunky old men might as well be comedians – everything that comes out of their mouth is funny.
  • Walking through malls (esp. Bath & Body Works) and smelling cinnamon, pumpkin, Pine tree aromas – FALL IS ALMOST HERE. I can’t wait.

2 thoughts on “Fuzzy wuzzy was a peach….

  1. I WANT SOME FRESH PEACHES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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