Dear Mr. Nielson,
Yesterday you left on a jet plane back to the 115-degree weather
Yesterday you left on a jet plane back to the 115-degree weather
leaving me and our monkeys in Utah.
How are you doing alone?
I'm assured you found everything in order back at the Lazona Estate?
I scrubbed from that house from top to bottom before
I left so when you got home, you would be as comfortable
and happy as possible- especially since you'll be alone.
(Even though I know it's not possible to be happy without me.)
(not much loot, just a lot of walking. Lucy needs to find the perfect dress
to match her beautiful sapphire necklace that Andrew
made, and that costs more than our house and car.)
Lucy invited me down for some good old-fashioned smores.
Andrew was excited to show me his concord grape vineyard, along with the
Lucy invited me down for some good old-fashioned smores.
Andrew was excited to show me his concord grape vineyard, along with the
rows and rows of beets, romaine, cabbage, squash, pumpkins, onions, corn, and potatoes.
It was a vegetarian's dream come true. It is a beautiful garden.
But he was most excited to show me his beehive where he is raising honeybees.
But he was most excited to show me his beehive where he is raising honeybees.
Inside the hive live more than 50,000 bees all nestled together
which will make over 60 pounds of honey. It's pretty remarkable.
Andrew carefully lifted the hive open for me to take a glance at the busy little guys.
Andrew carefully lifted the hive open for me to take a glance at the busy little guys.
A few bees made their way up near us and then I noticed they started
landing on Andrew's shirt, then his shorts, then arms, and pretty soon
the bees were spewing out of the hive and all over both of us.
I may have said a bad word when Andrew got stung on his leg.
I for sure said a bad word when a bee crawled up
I for sure said a bad word when a bee crawled up
my pant leg and stung my thigh.
Then the children helped Andrew gather firewood for a nice little fire
in the back of the orchard where we made smores accompanied with Root Beer.
well, grandpa wouldn't let him out of his sight.
He stayed home with grandpa where they took Nan for a walk,
got an ice cream cone at McDonald's, and they even went for a ride in Mom's convertible.
I must admit, I am tired today. My legs are still a little sore from the Ragnar.
I must admit, I am tired today. My legs are still a little sore from the Ragnar.
And, of course, I don't sleep well without you.