A Teeny bit of Holiday Magic

Stuck Steaming

The boy was steaming.  Seriously?  What was his dad thinking taking this detour?  It didn't even make sense.  It was hardly even a detour.  It was more like sight seeing.  Now they were stuck having to try to carry all the boxes of fruit back before they spoiled.  It seemed like an impossible task.  With every step Randy took, he sunk deeper and deeper into this...whatever this was they had driven across.  His dad -- the know-it-all -- told him to hold his basket a little higher and a little more out front of himself to distribute his weight a bit.  "Like a polar bear on ice," he said. Sure. Sure.  Like a polar bear on ice.  Good grief!

Staying Warm

I could hardly believe my eyes this morning. When I looked out my bedroom window, there was several inches of snow on the ground. The wind, moving horizontally, carrying blankets more snow, suggested that was only going to grow. Branches were already heavy from the wet snow accumulating. My windows were frozen with ice trails formed from the rain that washed them only the evening before.

As I looked out the kitchen window into my blizzard-curtained backyard, I caught a glimpse of two teeny people casually sitting on bench, all cozy and comfortable, like they were enjoying a warm autumn day! The woman waved at me. The man leaned back and chuckled. I believe they thought the surprised look on my face was quite humourous. Easy going people, they seemed, anyway.

Once I was sure my senses weren't playing tricks on me, I chuckled and waved back. Then I promptly turned around and put on some holiday music for the pair. From the way they began tapping the tops of their legs and swaying in their seats, I was lead to believe they were enjoying my choices. Can't go wrong with the classics.

Crumbling Crumble

Well, after an afternoon of hard work corralling dust-bunnies, the guys and I were hungry.  I offered to make some apple crumble for us all, which was met with many testosterone accented cheers of approval.  When I started to pull out my supplies, these teeny-in-stature, but big-at-heart men offered to help with the crumble.  How could I say no?  I had to exercise more patience than usual because the process of crumbling went much slower than if I could have done it myself.  But, you know, I could always use a bit of practice being more patient.  And, with their amazing attention to detail, this just might be the best apple crumble I have ever tasted!

Little Helpers

I almost swept these little guys up! What were they thinking?! I mean, it's cool and all that they were trying to help, but, really, it's also kinda hopeless. One guy found a stray Halloween candy left over from the swap-party that happened after the trick-or-treating about a month ago. I suggested it might not be good to eat, but he already knew that. He looked at me like I might have a few loose marbles rolling around up there. Anyway, I thanked them for thinking of me and the hard work they've obviously been doing. It's hard to tell just by glancing around, but, honestly, I think they have made a dent. They said they were going to take a bit of a break, then get back to it. I'm going to break out the broom and dustpan, maybe even the mop and bucket, and give them a hand. It's easier when we all work together.

Seedling Theif

Look who I found trying to harvest our Mimosa Pudica seedling. A teeny man with a wheelbarrow. I told the little guy he'd have to go. We only have one seedling, and simply he can't have it! I took this picture just before he departed. He didn't seem to notice. I think he must have been too busy reflecting on his misfortune. I'll plant some more seeds. If I get multiple sprouts, I'll make sure to give him one if he visits again. I'll see if he'll allow me to take another picture then.