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.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Hearts Day

Happy Valentine's Day!

To me, Valentine's day isn't about the romance of Valentine's Day, but the fun of it - hearts, chocolate, cards. Construction paper hearts. Class parties. First crushes.

In honor of Heart's day, I thought I would share some of my favorite "heart" pictures I have taken over the years.

Tree root in Topeka, KS.

Onion Ring brought to my in my Sonic Order.

Tree root at Civil War Battlefield, Prairie Grove, AR.

Potato chip found in bag by The Bean.

Rock at Beaver Lake, AR.
Hope you have a wonderful day, full of love and kises, even if they are just from your kids, because really, those are the best of all.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you had a wonderful and blessed Valentine's Day! Loved all the pictures of the heart-ifacts! (I know, corny) Take care!



I love my comments. I'd love to respond to everyone, but if you don't have an email address tied to your ID, please sign your name so I will know who you are! It makes it nice to know who is saying what. Now, leave a comment! Please? ;o)

I Can See You!

Look at my Visitors!

Fellow Junk Followers