I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Last of the Rice Pudding
The rice pudding is gone and so is my sister. She had to go home to her family. Darn!!
I will see her again in a few weeks when I go down to Mom's, but I sure wish we lived closer to each other. She even went out and said goodby to the goats: I'll make a farmgirl out of her yet.
Goodby Sis, Drive carefully. Thanks for the great dinner you made us and ,of course, the rice pudding; and the wine; and the haircut. Oh my gosh! Mostly, for making the 3 hour drive up here to see us. We enjoyed your visit so much. See you soon. I love you......