My October rain haiku…ahem…

Picking in cold rain

Not very much fun, but I

Wanted a damn farm

A long time ago, someone I knew (Ok, ok, she was my Mary Kay Director, I sold Mary Kay cosmetics for a while, what of it!?!) was trying to instill the value of hard work into me. (Now let’s stop right here. I WAS a hard worker. I just realized that accosting a woman at a grocery store, “Hi, that is a lovely shade of lipstick, you’re wearing. You look so nice in it. I sell Mary Kay and I’d love to give you a free makeover” was not my thing and so my sales were slowing down. Also, right around this time, my marriage to Paul was failing too… which is a pretty good excuse.)

Here’s what she said, “You still gotta milk the cows. Grandma dies? You milk the cows, THEN you go to the funeral.” Them’s powerful words right there. It has been 14 years and they still stick with me. Responsibility. So it is raining (dumping, really) outside and I can see red tomatoes and mature carrot and parsnip tops from the window. So, I’m going to finish this post, put on my mucks and hoodie raincoat and go outside pick veggies. Yet, all I want to do is stay in my jammies, grab my knitting bag (thank you @eweknitwits, I love it!) and curl up on the couch to watch back episodes of Project Runway (Oh, Tim. You know how to make it work!)

(Keith walks in)

Me: Mornin’ sweetie!

Keith: Want to go to Betty’s Kitchen for breakfast?

Me: Sure! Let me go shower.

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Don’t judge. Betty’s makes a mean pumpkin pancake.

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