There seemed to be only two of us out early in the morning over the weekend. Me…and this little guy. It is hot down here in Texas. But…if I take off for my long morning walks between 6:30 and 7:30am it is beautiful, quiet, and calm. Typically, a soft breeze is blowing and the air still feels cool and fresh.
This little guy kept fluttering by me as I was trying to photograph a pretty flower. “Aren’t I just as pretty as that flower?” he asked pointedly. “See what pretty big eyes I have!” he interjected with a brisk whisk of his blue-tipped tail.
“Oh, yes,” I purred. “You are a cute little bugger. Here we go. Show me your gorgeous eyes. This is your photo debut on my ‘Snippets of Thyme’.” He paused ever so still, photo was snapped, and he was gone.
|Dewey morning walk delights|
I remember, deep in southern Louisiana, my grandparents often enjoyed a martini in the evenings. They skewered these huge green olives on little silver pics that rested elegantly against the tall-stemmed martini glasses. I was always intrigued by this drink. I loved the scent of the martini. My grandmother would dip her olive in her martini and give each of us one. Henceforth, I grew up pretty much believing I was a martini drinking girl.
When I met my husband, and we began dating and going out to restaurants, I told him that I typically drink martinis when I go out.
“Really?” he asked with one eyebrow raised and for some reason surprised. “Oh yes,” I knowingly replied and then promptly ordered, ” a dry martini with green olives please.
But, please, just give us some cool refreshing rain! An outpouring of ploppy drops of rain! The ground is parched and cracked with dryness. All of my potted herbs on the patio need constant attention and I cannot leave them for a day.
In the meantime, we’ll have to content ourselves with experimenting with more mixed drink varieties. Now that we are full fledged adults, perhaps a martini or two should be re-discovered?
No. Don’t think so. Just give me the jar of green olives, please.