This Little Cowboy knows how to chow down on a piece of watermelon. (Barsha, one of the family dogs, waits patiently for the rind. That dog is beyond goofy!)
Forget the fancy knives and spoons....just grab it and attack!
This picture reminds me of my childhood when the "relatives" from New York City would visit my family. Often we would grill hot dogs outside and eat watermelon. (Sweet, sweet memories) The "relatives" always made the day special and fun!! My three brothers and I tried our best to outdo each other to gain their attention. Sometimes we landed ourselves in Big Trouble!! Let me rephrase that.....MOST of the time we got into trouble......Ummm.....maybe ALL the time!! (I still carry the scars!) Regardless, we loved when the "relatives" brought a bit of excitement to our seemingly dull childhood world. (That fluffy, gentle, white, hairy, giant of an animal is Molly, sniffing around for a handout!)
Moving on,.... As breezes ruffled the leaves and shadows lengthened, Big A, Pooh, and the Little Cowboy worked up a game of softball.....
The Little Cowboy is getting quite good at hitting the ball! Big A makes quite a terrific catcher and Pooh, as a pitcher, can't be beat! The "spectators" weren't so bad either!!
A FEW DAYS LATER.......
BLACKBERRY PICKING TIME!!
Yes, it was a hot, hot, hot, humid day, but a promise is a promise, is a promise, so...,
.....with visions of blackberry cobbler in MY head, JR, the Little Cowboy, and the "crazy one", which would be me, headed out, during the heat of the day, to search the meadows for......
.....big, juicy, ripe blackberries! We found some!!
Picking blackberries is hot, prickly, itchy, sticky work!
"Hmmmm. There's lots of blackberries in this here pink bucket."
"Dee Dee won't miss one....or two....or three....or....
...four....or five...or...etc. etc. Uh Oh! "
"There all gone, Dee Dee! Let's go pick some more!"
(Now, as I am about to melt into a puddle of sweat, I am thinking to myself......Seriously? I don't think so...not today....the temperature is 95 degrees and rising. This here "crazy one" had a decision to make. It didn't take me long - maybe a total of 2 seconds - pick more blackberries and bake a blackberry cobbler or wait until there is snow on the ground and make snow cream??
"No more blackberry picking? That's okay... I'll just play the clown for awhile!"
("Ain't" it great that kids are immune to hot temps?)
Back at the house.....
A dip in the pool to cool off.....
.....while JR hurried to the shade of the barn and I sat in front of the fan, dug briers from my fingers, and tried to breathe!!
Once our body temps cooled back down to a comfortable 101 degrees, we met at the barn to grab an ice cream cone before delivering the Little Cowboy back home.
"No way Pappy! You are NOT eating my ice cream cone!"
Once back at the Little Cowboys's home, visions of blackberries and ice cream were quickly forgotten when ........
And so life goes.....from watermelon, to baseball, to blackberries, to horses!
Once back at the Little Cowboys's home, visions of blackberries and ice cream were quickly forgotten when ........
............a friend with his horse, on his way to check his cattle, made an unexpected stop.
No way was he getting away without the Little Cowboy getting in some "giddy-up" time!
Dee Dee
