Saturday was g and cloudy, the threat of rain loomed over us but out we went to the Farmer's Market at a local elementary school out in the rolling countryside. We quickly met Chris' friends and two yr old daughter, an adoptee from Ukraine. She is an adorable, tall blond-haired smiling and laughing bundle who goes up to anyone with two arms upwards, making fists for the universal indication "Uppy - Uppy!". She walked into the Market twice with people she didn't know!
We took Millie and Moe with us and within a few moments of arriving, two sweatshirted and bright-eyed high school girls came over to 'dog sit' them at their booth while we shopped. A brilliant idea to allow people to have their pets there and not just be tied to the fence. I peeked at my 'children' to see how they were doing and one girl was playing with Moe's hair, as usual and the other gal was having Millie twirl right, then twirl left and then chase a soon to be shredded paper cup. I'm not sure who was happier with the arrangement but both parties had taken a fancy to each other and seemed delighted. This brings me great joy.
We purchased some lovely produce at the little market and it is a region that is rather lush, needless to say. I tasted some delicious chocolate honey but resisted knowing I'd sit down and eat the entire jar, as would Wayne. We'd have to fight over it.
Then we drove to a blueberry orchard where Bob and Jo have acres of blueberries - Really nice folks and you pick your own. Millie went with us with her pet therapy vest on and she ended up being walked by an autistic young boy then a Ukrainian/Russian girl who grinned ear to ear! Mill was in Dawg Heaven during the entire time and was very careful to pace herself to the needs of the child. It was so endearing. We talked for quite awhile with the parents of the autistic boy and they were thinking about getting him a dog and I think Millie sealed it for them. The boy was so responsive to her. We just want to make people smile on our adventure.
We picked blueberries like crazy for over an hour as Bob let us stay after hours, bless! Miller laid on the ground and ate the ones we dropped. I imagine she will be oxidized through and through by the time that goes through! Ha!
Millie ended up injuring her foot somehow during the day and was limping on it more and more so she was confined to the leash and the ARK for the rest of the evening, poor dear. Not sure how that happened. When you play, you pay.. She's the Michael Jordan of black labs. 'Miller Jordan' is her new nick-name!
We had a yummy blueberry crunch cobbler for dessert after grilled chicken, fresh corn on the cob and a dee-lish salad, all from the days work (except the fowl!) - Well done and very much fun! We all crashed out early and slept like logs... er... dawgs!
The LORD is good.
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Just a place to journal and touch base with you while my furried, feathered family and I travel the highways and backroads of the US, in search of the Son. Thanks for prayin' us along!
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