Yesterday I weeded a garden I hadn't gotten to all summer--
It was this long one---
Whenever I'm in the garden, I wear a pair of old runners, which sit just inside the sunroom door--
"What kind of shoes are those?' Himself asked me yesterday.
These same shoes have been sitting by that door all summer---
Himself just noticed-
"These are my scows", I replied." I just wear them for gardening"
"What did you call them?' Himself asked?---
I started to laugh-----
"My Scows" I again said----realizing that that is a word I haven't heard in many years--
-a word which my Mom used to use, which mustve been buried in the depths of my mind--sitting there for years and years--
You see, my Grampa in Port Perry used to have Scows---His Scows used to sit beside the woodpile, in the woodshed, just outside of the kitchen, along with his hat.
My Mom had Scows----She always called them--Scows--her oldest shoes--just worn in the garden--perhaps not even having laces in them--
Crazy memories----with words that just pop out of no-where from times past!
My stepper has only 1300 steps so far to-day, so I best get going--
Lord love a Duck----so happy I don't live in Texas to-day!
-the pets need to get outside!