Today is National Watermelon Day! Lindsey has grown some sprouts from seeds and given a couple to Debby, the plant person of Houndstooth Hall.
Today, I am the RELAX person at Houndstooth Hall, so a bit of watermelon and some cherries fit right in with my plan: drink water and start training my eyes to read with the new bifocals while delving into this 2016 biography of Randy Newman that I’ve had on the shelf since February of ’22.
It’s like my third rendezvous with watermelon this week. This one on Sunday:
And this brunch on either Monday or Tuesday of watermelon, veggies with ranch dip, hummus with pita chips, and walnuts.
I wonder if I can read and listen to Harry Styles at the same time.
I think Harry is a version of kissing Michael who showed up again last night.
Your plate makes me hungry
Yeah, slaughter and devour that poor, innocent, unsuspecting watermelon that was just laying around, minding its own business sucking in whatever it found. Because, in retaliation, it’s just going to launch it black seeds inside you, and before you know it, there’s one growing inside your stomach!
From a memoir I wanted to write, ‘oughts of a Six Year Old. Mymbua Fwee: Huggy Tummies
Lol, watermelon seeds, apple seeds, chewing gum–the alleged hazards of childhood digestive lore!