The Beach

We had a wonderful time on Ocracoke. We kayaked and clammed and fished and ate and bicycled and played cards. Actually, I’m exhausted, and looking forward to a little farming for relaxation!

Our farmsitter did a great job, as usual, though when we first got home, there were some little…mysteries. First, all the clocks in the house were missing, and were later discovered locked in the girls’ bedroom. Second, the lights and fans in my bedroom were all unplugged from their outlets. And third, we found a couple of labels in strange places: A label from a pair of new Schmidt work pants out by the puppy pen, and the label from a bottle of Rebel Yell whiskey on the floor in the kitchen. Interesting, huh?

Butter Asters

These are our favorite asters. They’re extremely ordinary and their actual name is something like Small Ordinary Asters, or Little White Nothing Special Asters, or something along those lines. But we love them because of their fragrance: they smell like butter! Or, more accurately, like buttered popcorn flavored jellybeans. When the sun is shining on them, it’s just wonderful.