Still licking the frosting off my fingers from a week of birthdays.
Nah, I'm actually testing my willpower by avoiding it all together
for a few days. Two days down. Detox, baby. Ha, we'll see how that
goes. Of course you can't count fresh-squeezed tangelo juice. My
parents live in a citrus grove and my counter tops are covered with
heaping bowls of oranges, grapefruit & tangelos, while the lemons
on my own tree are growing as big as footballs.
Back when Laura lived nearby, we had a tradition of freezing baggies and baggies of
freshly-squeezed lemon juice in one-cup measurements. Through
experimentation, we figured out how much sugar and water were needed for
the perfect pitcher of lemonade so we could pop frozen lemon juice in a
jug at any time and whip up some freshly-squeezed. I'm eyeing my
hand-crank squeezer now. Hmm, what was I supposed to do tomorrow? Oh
yes, no sugar, Heather. Whoa now.
Charlotte's
party was a royal gala. All the lords and ladies of the kingdom were
in attendance, wearing their finest threads. Little Max here, aka Lord
Max of Hall, topped the parade with his bejeweled crown and emerald
rings. Have a pair of thread-bare toddler trousers flitting around
somewhere? Why, cut the waistband off and make a crown of course! And
rings, a king must have his rings.
Ah, I loved Max's costume.
