Life
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Crocheted Compliments
I put my ‘tablecloth top’ on the other day. I call it that in honour of all those crocheted tablecloths of the 1970s. There were party plans and decorators draping these cloths over side tables and bedspreads. Oh, it was a weird time. I was just a kid, so I simply observed the weirdness of the adults around me, and their crocheted décor. It’s funny how the simplest things stay in your mind. Like how my tablecloth top has taken on another memory. We were travelling between states, back before coronavirus and border passes, and had left our motel early, as we usually do—Stew likes to get a few hundred kilometres…
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A Tale of Two Cucumbers
The little vine appeared in the vegetable patch. It was hidden at first, barely noticeable among the strawberries until it tried reaching for the sky. “What this?” Stew asked. “Not sure.” There’d been many things planted in that bed. What could make a reappearance now? A late bloomer. An early starter? “Hmm, maybe cucumber?” Our veggie garden is a bit ramshackle. I’m not about ‘rows’. I prefer to let the plants sprout and trail wherever they like. But we’re having a very wet summer. “Maybe we should lift them up this year, shepherd them to crawl up a basic trellis. That way there’s less chance they’ll rot on the wet…
