All last week, I ran
from thing to thing
and thing to thing.
These are the social media posts
I drafted and redrafted
in my head
and never shared.
⇒ I bought these tomatoes at my nephew’s garage sale, 5 cents a bag. What a kiddo. He is not yet six years old, but already he combines the talents of patient gardener and generous entrepreneur.
⇒ Today’s production fueled entirely by caffeine, percussion, and the babysitting services of a dear friend.
⇒ There’s just something about little girls and kitties.
⇒ “Jenny, may I read you a story?” #bigbrotheraward
⇒ I love sunlight on herbs. And my sister-in-law grows basil like I’ve never seen. How?
⇒ When notes come home from the teacher of the first and second grade classroom, they come watercolored and personal. I would love to be classy like this. #ohmy
⇒ Today, a friend and I spent time volunteering at school for Grant Wood lookalike art. This is the art that happened afterward, when we (okay, she) washed out paint palettes in bulk. #ohmy #ohmy
⇒ We didn’t plant any potatoes in our garden this year, but we harvested a good fifteen pounds’ worth of volunteers. As I cut one up for dinner, I thought: what kind of bug chews a hole straight as an arrow from one side of the potato to the other?
If you were to hashtag part of your day, what tag would you apply?