I say tomato...

When it comes to painting, my arsenal of excuses of why I am too busy to do it right now, is rather infinite.  I've needed to finish this spot in my living room for months now.  And, although my kiddie-free moments are scarce, it seems like anytime I stumble upon them, I always think of something more important that needs to be done, like, applying Pledge to the underside of the table.

Anyway, I needed to complete today's blog entry, so, that's a pretty decent reason to (once again) momentarily put off the painting, right?

Fear not, this entry isn't actually about my bemoaning application of liquid latex.  It's about something completely different, my bemoaning Michigan climate change. No, just kidding.  I actually enjoyed the cooler weather today.  It gave me a wonderful occasion to dress my kid like this.

This little heart-melter really needed to have his picture taken at the apple orchard.  But, Grandma G. was en route to take him away for the weekend (so I could paint).  (Grandma L. escorted the other blondie that resides here, to Mackinac Island.  Lucky Lu.)  So, I did the next best thing, I took him (kinda-sorta without permission, while she was at work) to the neighbor's tomato patch.  I was sure she wouldn't mind if the 'lil guy helped himself a couple of "maters".

And, picking tomatoes must've looked like fun, because some kids on our block (upon receiving permission from Yours Truly, who, was already stealing and trespassing) swarmed the plants like seagulls on an open package of Doritos.   I promise I never meant for them to pluck EVERY SINGLE TOMATO.  It just sorta' happened.  It happened fast.  

      So, the owner of the naked vines sometimes reads this blog when she gets home from work (just about now), and I'd just like to say... Um, Hi, Sandy.

Also, before true confession hour is over, Noah, may have picked a flower from your garden...

or two.

But, we saved you a good amount of the tomatoes.  You're gonna want to wash them though.  

Some of them got licked.  

I told Noah if he gave you a wink, you would probably forgive us.

'Cause you're a lot like Jesus.  

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
                                                             1 John 1:9

And now, I must paint.

But, there are so many lovely new photos to edit...

Happy Fall Everyone.

Christina