I say the very things that make the greatest Stir
An’ the most interestin’ things, are things that did n’t occur.
Sam Walter Foss
It must all be happening at someone else’s zoo. We’re quietly content around here. But things are simmering. Rita in Florida, home of Ms. Turtle Dreams. Rich and Oregon. A trip to the Bud and Jan Show this weekend. Thursday furniture. (and what will you have for show and tell, dear Roxanne ?)
Clever Sam Foss ( a man of very few words) had this to say, as well:
There are purple grapes in the Land of Git-Thare.
First, you git yourself a Finnish Juice Extractor, aka a Mehu Maija. Good luck with that. And then you get into a stand off with Rocky Raccoon over the grapes. Good luck with that, too. Then you put it all together. There were so many grapes I had to weight down the lid. Then you simmer it on low heat for hours and hours and hours. In between you cut to the chase and make Fall red and black raspberry jam. After those grapes have been reduced to almost nothing you get aromatic clear juice and mash; you give the mash back to the grudgingly grateful raccoon. Then you do a couple more things and finally you Git Thare. (click to enlarge)