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.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

I'd Love To Blog Today

But, I can't.

Because, there's not a cloud in the sky.

And, the leaves are beginning to change.

Because there's places to go.

And people to see.

Things to observe.

And fossils to find.
Spider webs to investigate.

And lessons to learn.
No, I'm sorry. I cannot blog today.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better worse day.

But, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.


  1. Anonymous1:42 PM

    You should 'not' blog more often:) Beautiful pics and wonderful descriptions. Thanks for sharing!
    sushay91 @ ysq

  2. You're getting your Fall mojo - I LOVE IT!!

  3. Such pretty pictures! We've gotten a "tetch" of Fall the last couple days and it's wonderful--I was also out snapping pix of everything. And am now on my way to the post office to send off the box of "junk"--when I get back I'll download the photos of what I took and what I replaced it with!!

  4. That all looks peaceful and tranquil,ahhhhhh.


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