Yesterday was one of those perfect days I imagined when I started working part time.
No plans so we lounged on the "beach" under our shady "beach umbrella." Biscuit and Oscar ate plums off the tree. When they got dropped, half eaten, onto the beach Biscuit threw them overboard and requested replacements. Lucky our tree is having a bountiful year.
Oscar will not eat plums cut up but whole plums? He can't get enough. Eats all the way to the pit, gives it a disgusted look for being so inedible, throws it and begs for more. Any minute now he'll discover the ENTIRE OTHER SIDE of the plum. Assuming he doesn't drop it on the beach first.
We followed the plum gorging by taking a bag of plums to the neighbor's and stopped on the way to eat blackberries of their/our canes. I think Oscar likes blackberries more than plums. .
How much do I love having fruit? Growing! like wild! in the yard!? A lot, that's how much.
While plum boy slept Biscuit and I put our toes in the sand and read. She's reading Sideways Stories from Wayside School (I think I got that right) by Louis Sachar (author of Holes). She likes it. I'm trying to decide if Holes is too grown up for her. I read it and I'm thinking it'll be too much for her but maybe she should try it and decide herself?
I'm reading a long list of trashy/ridiculous/fun books and totally loving it. But tonight I"m between books as I've finished what I've got on hand and my library requests won't arrive until tomorrow. God forbid I choose something from my shelf. I'm all trash all the time and my bookshelf is not quite trashy enough today.
So, basically, it's a perfect summer: cute kids, sand, sun, fruit, books.
If only Mr. H didn't have to work so much. Sorry, Mr. H! And if only every day was Monday (my day off!)