Creation and Destruction

Today saw the last of the logging trucks leave the clearing. I had been planning to pelt them with the ripening apples from the trees as they left, in a sort of variant of the ticker tape parade, but alas I was cheated of my fun by their surreptitious leave taking while I was at the grocery store. Bah to that, but I'm glad they finally made an exit.

And to remain on a hopeful note I can report that I'll be getting a new phone soon to replace the one so cruelly abused by the darling Little Miss. The poor dejected old phone has lost some buttons and the earpiece dangles out from its side as if attached to a slinky. I've been thinking it's a shame my new phone couldn't have a few Dali attributes to keep the Little Miss at bay or better yet, skip the applications and the web connection and any other buttons I no longer use on the mountain. I need something that makes a phone call with decent reception and is practically bomb proof. Although, come to think of it, such a request might put me on some Federal list somewhere or worse. I had better stick to the Dali method and try my luck.

Which reminds me that the same darling phone smasher incurred her first library fines for a torn book the other day. Yes, yes, it was in part my fault for leaving it within reach, and I suppose I was taught my lesson well enough. The librarians gave the little culprit a mocking "what for" as she stared at them with her big blue innocent eyes and that was that - after paying the fine, of course.

Well destruction always hastens the cycle toward creation and so the tomatoes and cucumbers are finally ripening in the Vermont September garden. Little Miss and I are eating them by the handful from the vines. I find it curious that she calls the tomatoes blackberries even though I've told her numerous times that the little red balls are, in fact, tomatoes. But it seems that our earlier blackberry foraging, when more blackberries made it to our mouths than the basket, has set a precedent in her language acquisition. Anything you pick from a green growing thing and eat while standing around under the big blue sky has been transformed to blackberry. And in the Little Miss' creation of the world "it was so."