The other day at the Gate City weekly flea market...
We passed on the pumpkins because I couldn't tote one to the car. I settled for a very old lathing hatchet, purchased from an old man who was also hawking some seventeen-jewel windup pocket watches (very hard to find).This particular flea market is a delight to the soul. The Scott county people are kind and generous and authentic. We also visited a much larger one in Jonesboro, TN. We couldn't help noticing that, while there was much more to buy, the people were largely vile in appearance and deportment. The people there are...different. The influence of a nearby (relatively) big city? Still, MeeMaw bought a bonsai jasmine plant with one powerfully fragrant blossom intact.
We've had a tenant for a couple of days. He poked his head out of a hole in the siding and said hello to MeeMaw.
Startled her so bad, she just had to harvest our watermelon.
We took Bonnie for a picnic lunch at Natural Tunnel State Park. She was underwhelmed at the scenery and the leash laws, but she enjoyed the sweet 'tater fries we fed to her.
This morning when I opened the blinds on the patio doors in the office, this little feller was taking shelter from the rain:
Bonnie and I went out in a ferocious downpour and walked for a long while. If I could push some of this rain down to Texas, I would. It's not for lack of praying...
MeeMaw sends her love. We miss you all. Rest well, loved ones.
~ PeePaw
