Anyhoo, back to the BGs (beloved guppies). After the annoying constant whining and crying and carrying-on, she let me get a fish tank and some guppies. I cleaned the tank every week and picked out some plastic ferns and a little castle and treasure chest. I loved them. And I was thrilled to watch as Mama Guppy grew fat with babies! And even more thrilled when the babies were born! And then the parents ate them!!! I was horrified and kept a close watch on my own parents for quite some time.
In the six years that I've lived here, I don't think I've seen my farmer-neighbors without their feed company caps on more than a handful of times. And every time that I have, I am reminded of the fragility of egg shells. It must be that most of them are bald as an egg and, since the caps are on about 99% of the time, when the caps are doffed, the bald pates are very reminiscent of those very same things - pale egg shells. It makes even the burliest of farmers look rather adorable. I drove by my neighbor's farmhouse this weekend and witnessed such a sweet scene - Old Leo bending down slightly from his stoop, while his daughter gave him a smooch on his pale, bald head. It brought tears to my eyes.
Despite the fact that the G's are like a bunch of old yentas, gossiping mightily at every occasion - they all perk up when a new
p.s. Linking to Nancy at Little Homestead in Boise and wishing her a Happy Anniversary!