Stella here.
Thought I'd better take a picture o' th' punkin that the squirrels're eatin' into... 'fore it snows... or Harvey tosses th' whole thing out onta th' compost.
Now that I see it like this, mebbe th' compost's where it oughta be... 'cept then what'll th' cat do f'r recreation? She's got so's she perks right up an' sets in th' winda above watchin' f'r squirrels most o' th' day.
Them white spots up near th' stem're where they chewed some but left off in favor o' th' lower down place where they tunnelled in all th' way. Mebbe it tasted better there.
Speakin' o' orange colored things,... we was listnin' t' Stuart McLean talkin' t'day on th' Vinyl Cafe about Clementines - them little oranges that come in wooden crates. Me an' Harvey got t' rememberin' th' time we both come down with some kinda stomach flu an' couldn't hold nothin' down but Clementines. Th' girls'd given us a box of 'em that year f'r Christmas (I think mebbe they gave us th' flu, too, but it ain't never been proven), an' we purely lived on those things till we got better.
Funny, ain't it, how somethin'll remind ya of somethin' else.
Some folks say that there's lots o' ways y' c'n tell if a marriage is gonna hold t'gether. I say havin' th' flu t'gether both at th' same time's gotta be one o' th' best tests there is.
Well, I gotta go. Just wanted ya t' see th' picture.
Love,
Stella
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