Despite the current state of our world and the fruit flies in the backyard, I am enjoying the summer with the Husband, Molly the Cat, and Friends. Yes, that is a bureau in front of the house. It was Mama's, one of the first pieces of furniture Daddy bought her in the late 1940s. I brought it outside earlier this year but only got around to painting it in June. I like to think Mama's Spirit is okay with that.
On Saturday, my high school graduating class held its annual Class of 1971 Scholarship fundraiser. For the past 10 years or so we have awarded a $2,000 scholarship to a graduating senior. We're the first, and still only, class to have established a scholarship at our high school. Pretty good for us, slackers. Yes, we were when compared to the achievers in the class on either side of us. That's okay, look at us now. Go '71 HayBalers!
For the fundraiser's silent auction, I donated this one-of-a-kind, perfectly imperfectly handcrafted coffee cup cozy. It took me two hours to complete. Not kidding.
The local high school starts this week, while the elementary and middle schools will begin next week. In my (olden) day, our first day of school was usually the third week in September. Back then, this was a rich valley of various farms, orchards, and ranches, and we, children were also part of the labor force to harvest and process the crops. My first job was cutting apricots and placing the halves on a long tray that was placed in the sun for the fruit to dry. I was ten years old. I think I was paid 25 cents for every bucket I cut and about three buckets of cut apricots filled a tray that was set in the sun to dry.
At the end of my third day, I was so exhausted that Daddy and Mama said that I didn't have to go to work the next day. Or, the next day. Or, the next. Or, even the following year and the years after that. I eventually babysat and found other ways to earn money.
My parents spoiled me. Thankfully, I didn't know that while they were.
Yesterday morning, Missy Molly by Golly guarded me, just like these photos show, while I deadheaded the daisies in the front yard. Will I ever learn not to wait until the plant is almost about to dry up because of the spent flowers? Maybe it's time to consider perennial flowers that don't require deadheading. Is there such a thing?
Both Molly and I enjoyed the visiting wildlife as well as the stationary ones in the yard.
Hippie Hugs to one and all!