Sunday mornin' ramblin'

Stella here.
Just gonna take a couple o' minutes here t' say hi since I didn't write nothin' yest'day.

It's been a fine couple o' days here. Weather's been s' warm y'd think 'twas almost "Summah". :-)
Harvey says he still don't quite trust it... he's keepin' his longjohns handy just in case.
"Course, I c'n remember plenty o' years when we had snow in April, but I don't think we've got anything t' worry about this year.

Pat G. called earlier an' told me she'd been yard salin'. Said she'd met a awful nice lady named Linda over t' one sale an' they got t' talkin' 'bout books an' stories an' Maine authors an' such.
Said she'd told this lady 'bout Harvey an' me an' she (Pat) even give her (th' lady) our blog address.
So Linda, if y' read this, I hope y'r enjoyin' hearin' from down this way.

Th' last yard sale Harvey'n me went to was th' one our daughter Deb had last year. She was tryin' t' clear out some stuff an' make a couple o' bucks extra t' go over t' th' Common Ground Fair.
Turns out, though, that between her kids an' her husband - an' Harvey supposedly helpin' out - she ended up keepin' most o' what she'd planned t' put out.
Said she hardly made enough t' cover th' cost o' th' ad she put in th' paper!

Well, I guess her kids come by their packrattin' tendencies honestly. It runs right through Harvey's side o' th' fam'ly! If y' ever hear Pat G's story called "Emma's Bouquet" y'll know what I mean.
I think she plans t' tell that one down t' Portland on May 13, 'long with some others.
'Pparently Linda, from th' yard sale, asked her if 'twas alright t' bring a friend or two t' th' storytellin' event that night, an' Pat told her t' bring a bus load!
She sure ain't bashful, I'll say that for her.

If y' want t' be on th' reminder list f'r that an' any other story events about Harvey 'n me, just email us at harveyandstellastories@yahoo.com an' we'll let y' know what's comin' up.

Right now, though, I'm gonna go sit out in th' dooryard an' watch th' clouds. There's a poem I always liked that starts out, "What life is this, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare..."
Well, it bein' Sunday, I got th' time.

Talk to ya later. Them clouds is waitin'!
Love,
Stella