Sunday, July 11, 2010

~ blackberries ~



A couple weeks ago 

we went blackberry picking
with some good friends.


We chose the thornless variety
for easy of picking for little hands.


We fashioned a few extra picking buckets
from quart yogurt containers
and some cotton yarn.


Two gallons are short work 

when you have willing and able helpers!


Even tiny ones could help!


And picking is always more fun
with friends.


We were all certain to remember 
the blackberry picking mantra:
Pick two, eat one.


After our containers were full
we explored a bit.


Make room for Farmer Laurel!


Wheeee!


Can't wait to go back
for more blackberries and fun soon!


And this cobbler recipe is my favorite

carrie

Thursday, July 08, 2010

~ one in a million ~

R. Thorpe Jones
December 1917 - July 2010

Grandaddy and GP

One of those people who knew everyone,
and was loved by everyone.
He always had a kind and encouraging word.
Truly a one-in-a-million soul.


~ liv and laurel with their gp ~

I spent several weeks each summer for many years 
at their home in Greensboro.
The visit were always rich and full.
Museums, tennis lesson, swimming.


~ laurel always had a love for her gp ~

My first trip to the Farmers' Market around age 8.
I remember how everyone knew Grandaddy.
And he knew who had the best ham biscuits.

Watching him eat cantaloupe with so much pepper
that tears streamed down his face
and he liked it that way.

~ gp and liv ~

"Do we need to go the store?" 
There was always plenty of good bread,
which he considered a utensil.

He was a WWII veteran
and made strong Navy coffee.

He took pies and rolls to friends
when they lost a loved one.
Kept a bottle of Listerine in the car.


~ laurel and gp ~

Summers at Wrightsville Beach, NC
and the adults ate shrimp lamaze 
until they nearly popped.
The grandkids had cocktail sauce.

Now that I'm an adult,
I enjoy shrimp lamaze too.
And the cocktail sauce stays in the fridge.


~ my favorite picture of lela and gp ~

Bookcases full of books.
Cabinets full of jazz on vinyl.
One minute phone conversations.
Hour long stories in person.
A grandfather who wrote letters.
A man who cared enough to remember everyone's story.

You will be missed greatly
and are loved much.
I'm grateful for having known you
from birth through adulthood
and that my children have known 
and will remember your love.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

fireworks over the water


We enjoyed a late night
watching fireworks over the lake.


In the distance were hundreds and hundreds of boats
crowded around the bridge,
with green and red lights.


We sat on our blanket 
together as a family
oooohing and aaaahing together.


Thankfully, earplugs weren't needed.
Though we came prepared.


Watching the water shimmer and dance
was also a nice show.


Happy Fourth of July!



Carrie