Baby Lulu's mom happens to be a really cool lady. She's one of my dearest hometown friends, and I love the way she nonchalantly asks me, "Want to go pick some fruit in the Enchanted Kiwi Forest?" Of course, the answer is yes! And then I probably say something like, "What? You have a kiwi forest?" I thought we would frolick and the bairns would play... but kiwi picking can be hard work! Poison ivy, a coyote-beating stick (just in case), and some good old-fashioned sweat. Good thing both babies were napping in our cars. Page's in-laws rent 16 acres of kiwi! I can't wait to go again... I donated most of my kiwi to The Cause (they are selling 7000 to a local CSA), but I have about fifteen furry little brown fruits ripening on the kitchen countertop.
I've never seen anything like it.
The tree of life grows, too! I am on my third repeat of the tree of life design on Lil D. Mo's sweater!
Speaking of little D, he just said, "Dana Out!" so I guess naptime/blogtime is over.
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