Bless her heart...

Things were some better this morning, after sleeping for 10 hours. We never do that. Must've been even more tired than we thought!

Margaret suggested last night that we meet her half-way to retrieve my glasses. What a sweetie - She called about 2, and we met Margaret and Bobby at the rest area at Nickajack Lake. Not only did they bring my glasses, but plants (a bell pepper, two ornamental peppers, and two jalapeno peppers) and some wonderful produce. We do love the summertime with Bobby's garden and Margaret's canning. I had an actual REAL Tennessee tomato tonight. And what Bobby called "runt" corn was the sweetest, most tender corn on the cob we've ever had. There are more tomatoes, yellow and zuccini squash, and okra. How sweet it is!!! And I can read again, too.

Do you know the phrase, "Bless her heart....", with an upward inflection at the end, and usually preceded or followed by "...but..."? It's a good ol' Southern expression that allows you to say anything about anybody, especially something bad, as long as you include "Bless her heart.." . For instance, "She served her special chocolate cake last night, but Bless her heart, it's just not fit to eat." We got into that one big time last week, and everything included "Bless her heart...." .

I was reading the Yarn Harlot's blog this morning. Today is CANADA DAY, and she was listing an alphabet of things that are especially Canadian. I loved her "L" entry. Here it is: L is for Legal to be "top free" for women. Since gender equality is written into the constitution, women are allowed to be bare on top anywhere that men are. This was most famously upheld in Ontario, where the law was tested in court, and hardly anybody took of their top anyway. Have to love those Canadians!

Today's picture is what I found one day on our deck railing last week.