What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

I (Heart) Birds

I know I am getting carried away with all the heart photos lately. But, I was cleaning out my photo folders this morning and I came across this picture I took this summer. I had cleaned out the kitchen cabinets and threw out the remnants of old crackers and cereal to the birds. I put all this stuff out in the backyard on the picnic table for the birds to eat. When I left the next day, this cracker had been chewed into a heart shape and was laying right by my front door. You may be right Oliveoyl - messages!
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  1. oliveoyl647:26 PM

    Someone really loves you!!!!!! It would be fun to find out if others have had continual coinkidinks(coincidence).

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