It is a glorious August Morning in the little state of Delaware.  My van is in the shop, and I am quite antsy to have it back.  There are some things I really need to do — but a misunderstanding with our mechanic has made it so that it isn’t done as promised, so I have a few minutes to catch everyone up on our lives at Shady Acres.

Certain Man is what I call a man of the single row.  He has one row of pole limas.  A row of tomatoes.  A row of grapes:

Says He to Me, “Hon, have you checked on our grapes?  There’s alot on them.  I don’t really know, but I wonder if they shouldn’t be picked.  I don’t want them to go to waste.”  I didn’t think this was too imperative, what with the skimpiness of our grape vines, the close proximity of our trip to Ohio, and the fact that the birds almost always beat me.  But I decided I had better (at least) check them.  There really were alot there.  I tasted them, and they seemed ripe and sweet, so I picked them all –a small bucket full.  Then drug out my steamer for just one load of grapes. . .

I got a whole two and a half quarts from my grapes.  I wish I could say that the juice was wonderful, but it really is not all that good.  Maybe they weren’t all that ripe after all.  So sad!

While outside, I took a few pictures of my back yard.  The Youth group are coming tonight.  They want to play soccer and have a campfire in the fire ring that Certain Man has put in the yard:

Last night, he went and got some pallets to cut up for fire wood.  They were all piled up beside the ring.

This afternoon, he came home and made alot of noise while he sawed them up.

In the pavilion are the trailers.  We have them loaded for the trip tomorrow.  We are taking stuff out to Lem and Jess and bringing stuff back for Raph and Regina.

(The lights on the trailer really aren’t on.  The sun is reflecting off of them.

My back patio is looking a bit like a jungle, but it still holds a great deal of joy for me:

Some of my flowers are in desperate need of deadheading, but it will have to wait. 

NOW LATER:
I am feeling a bit discouraged tonight because one of my teeth decided to just fall out of my mouth.  It hasn’t been feeling right — and I got the dentist to check it and he couldn’t find anything wrong, but I was eating watermelon and hit a seed with it.  It felt like something was wrong, but it didn’t feel loose.  About a half an hour later, it started rattling around in my mouth.  I am not happy — tomorrow morning at five, we leave for Ohio, and there is no time to see the dentist.  My main concern is that it doesn’t get infected.  I am not having “toothache” in it, but it sure is annoying.

An evening shower just moved through, delaying the soccer game of the youth group, but now the sun is out again, and they think they will go ahead.  I need to get finished packing and make a run to the store yet.  I am excited about going.  It will be nice to have some time alone with my husband, and it is a happy time for our family.  So please, when you pray for us, remember to rejoice with us. 

Hope to be back on here on Sunday evening with some pictures and a new daughter in law!  Good, good times.