Wow, Muffy! That is so great! I love garden stories and you raised the seedlings yourself. You began all this in winter! Do you have any idea how far you have come???? 🙂
OK…story time: Breakfast was to be 2 fried eggs, pop-tube biscuits, and sausage with flour/milk added for gravy. I was in the midst of this when…beginning from the countertop near the fridge…. something went haywire. Either I dropped something and grabbed for it….or I bumped something and grabbed. But it began a chain reaction like toppling dominoes from that part of the counter…past the sink and around the corner to the stove. Mebbe four feet total. I just kept grabbing and missing. The GRANDE FINALE, after yanking my hands back to stop the process…. with my mouth dropping open…..was watching the metal spatula flying up into the air and twisting to land handle-side-down neatly in the macrame onion bag that hangs off a drawer knob. Tah dah…..
{does anyone else have my life????}
Nothing dire happened to breakfast except the cook. That utterly blew out my nervous system and DH had to help finish. I’ve spent the day mostly laying in bed reading….waiting for the “clanging bells and crashing cymbals” to quit going off in my nerves and brain. It’s getting some better by now, finally. Doesn’t bode well for any extreme Stuff-Hits-Fan scenarios, does it? There is sometimes, adrenaline override.
OldMtWoman Hmph and G’nite!