...the grande dame of our homestead.
I love her.
Of course, you knew that already.
Word on the street was that there was a really fun guy waiting for me out in our driveway.
"Wow!", I thought.
As I picked up my pace my mind was racing, "who could this be?", "and for lil' ol' moi?!"...
"Gosh, after such a slow, quiet, boring even, kinduva week here this girl could use a lil' fun!"
"Yay for me!", as I dropped my basket of tomatoes and hit full stride.
I rounded the corner of the house slowing my pace some as I didn't want to appear to anxious and at the same time trying to straighten any wayward strands of hair and quickly wiping the sweat from my brow.
Then, I stopped dead in my tracks.
My heart sank.
I fell to my knees.
I looked to the sky and shouted towards the heavens, "No!", "No!", "No!"
I took a picture.