Soren picked a huge magnolia blossom off the tree. Then he picked off the leaves, one by one. Held up what was left of the poor shorn flower and said, “Look, it’s immodest.”
Speaking of picking, we enjoyed the first fruit of our diminutive (and not very promising) garden within the last few days. I was having a bit of trouble engaging cooperation from my usual helpers (a sure side effect of too much sewing/ not enough interaction, no surprise there really) and it was amazing the turnaround in their attitudes when I told them that whoever did the most work with the best attitude could pick the lone ripe tomato for dinner. Well it was such a close tie that I gave them two jobs; one picked basil and one the tomato, and thankfully both were quite satisfied with their assigment.
Our first home garden salad!