214. I Did Not See This Coming

I'm tellin' ya, the garden is a fickle mistress.  I've got pole beans to beat all pole beans -- or so it appears from the outside.  What I've really got is a sweet crop of bean leaves.  No (or almost no) beans yet.  Cripes. Then I've got the yellow bush beans I planted and got crappy germination and didn't expect much from.  And guess where this big pile o' beans came from.  Yep.  Little tiny plot of crappy-germinated bush beans. 

And then, where did those four cucumbers suddenly appear from?  (I know it only looks like three, but there's another one hidden in there.) But yet, there they were.  And the tomatoes are gorgeous and fat, but they are holding out on the ripening, except for little ones on the Glacier Tomato plant.  Gah. 

Anyhoo!  I know you aren't here for that.  You're here to hear about my trip north to see Lee Ann. 

Well, it went something like this:

David said, "I'll have an order of that."  I do not think he was referring to the beef/mozzarella/tomato dish, but the one in the black tank top.  Well, fair enough:  We were both wearing black tank tops.  However, one was more young, sweet and cute: 

 

Several people emailed or commented and said I had to kiss her for them. 

So there's one for Mel, because he asked first.

And one for everyone else.

I had to stop there.  The two husbands were getting totally turned on a bit hot and bothered by it all, though you might have deduced that one of them was shooting these photos and urging, "More, more." We totally did not do the Madonna/Britney thing.  I know several of you were about to ask.  I do believe the husbands were wondering, "What the hell goes on at these fiber festivals, anyway?!  Maybe we should look into this." (Then again, Spiff knows, being a festival alum himself now.)

 

For all those worried that when they cut her head open* they took out her brain, I can attest it's all there, just as sharp, witty, kooky, and beautiful as ever. I grabbed the camera back from Spiff so I could shoot this one, which I love:

*Lee Ann had a brain aneurysm a while back which caused us all a lot of concern.  Thankfully, the scary operation was a success.

So, the visit in a nutshell:  Excellent food, great beer (and no tummy ache for me, yay!), lots of giggles and bisoux. While it did not rain or thunderstorm, Montreal did not get the memo that Norma brings blue skies. Perhaps I should give more notice next time.  That means you, Utah!

Comments

[Sarah]

If I didn't like you so much, I might be jealous of your wonderful travels. Keep on enjoying and sharing!

[Mel]

Yay! Thank you! Now I just need to get her to come visit us.

[moiraeknittoo]

I kept reading that as "Spliff knows", and then I wondered just how different fiber festivals were on the East Coast, and just how far is Rhinebeck from Woodstock anyway? ;D It sounds like you had a fabulous time!

[margene]

I'm ready! Bring rain!
It's so nice to see Leeann and believe you two would be dangerous together. ;-)

[Carole]

I'm so glad you all had a fun time!

[Cheryl S.]

Now Margene - we might need rain, but I'm sure Norma would rather have blue skies!
I'm still trying to figure out how anyone's supposed to actually EAT that beef/mozzarella/tomato thing. Without it turning into hash.

[Carrie]

LeeAnn always tells us she has a fabulous rack.
That last photo of the two of you makes you look like sisters. Sigh. I wish I lived in Blogger Heartland!

[marianne]

Sweeeet times!

[claudia]

Great pix of two beauties.

[Cookie]

Look at you two! :D

[cari]

Sigh. Two of my favorite blondes, together. Jealous. I miss you both.

(So when are you arriving in Utopia, my dear?)

[sandy]

I'm sending rain to Margene. A rainy day is just what the soul needs sometimes!
Your lunch look marvy! I don't remember so much kissing when you were here and I'm feeling a bit....well, I'm not sure if it's lucky or left out.
It's definitely something. That's for sure.
Lee Ann is gorgeous as usual!

[Kim]

Aww.....these are priceless pictures!!!! Nice to see both of your shining faces :)

[Lee Ann]

Oh, for cripes sake, Carrie, I never said it was fabulous, I just said it needed to be accounted for when considering one's sweater neckline...one's drape...one's gauge...in other words, the fucking sweater didn't fit.

Sigh.

[jessica~]

mmmmmm, beans. What great photos! :)