Summer is winding down here in the Northern Central Interior of BC. It’s hard to tell at times because its hotter than…”How hot is it Shoko?” It’s hotter than a dog playing with fire in a garbage can! Anyway mom and dad have picked most of the beans, cauliflower, beets and peas. A fair percent have made their way to St. Vincent’s, To be put into fresh produce hampers for the less fortunate. Good going mom and dad…they will enjoy them a lot.
Meanwhile mom staggered inside and disappeared. I figured she was too hot….”How hot was she Shoko?” She was as hot as a steaming pile of _ _ _ _. So I went off to the Lane.
I was so excited when I came home. I brought mom a present after all her hard work. She didn’t seem too happy about it though. She normally gets busy and examines it and then does something with it….think she has it for dinner but doesn’t tell me. This time she just hollered, “Not again Shoko!” Well, I was insulted! After all that work. Mom came out and looked the remaining bird all over and gave me the stink eye. Well, I never!! Not to be out done by a mommy…I gave her the stink eye right back again.
I then grabbed the bird and took it to Morty. He didn’t want it either, saying,”but Shoks, there’s nothing but feet.” This got me thinking….Mort will eat anything, especially after some nip….maybe this wasn’t such a great gift. I took the feet back and threw them away. I also talked to mom and we are past the feet issue now.