Don't you hate it when your kids just keep getting older in spite of your heartfelt wishes that they would stay forever young? No- it's not nostalgia - it's pure T selfish 'cuz it means I must be getting older, too and I'm fighting it like heck! It's hard to explain that you're only 28 when your pride and joy starts showing gray around the temples. Oh well, maturity has its perks and when I figure out what they are, I'll let y'all know!!
Anyhoo, my tribute card to my son may need explaining. We have a small garden, mostly in planter boxes, and since he took over my farming responsibilities he's been getting creative. Second year now, he planted four (count 'em-four) corn stalks in a 12 inch by 30 inch planter. And such corn you've never tasted! Fresh off the cob, just like my growing up years when we went to the local farms and bought fresh by the bushel. Mother would have the pot boiling, with that little pinch of sugar, while we frantically husked the ears so we'd get the freshest, sweetest corn in the world. Okay, rather than blustering on indefinitely, here's the card. My salute to Farmer Rob and his four corn stalks on his xxxx'th birthday.
I've added his favorite expression, gleaned from his Great Grandfather's impressive collection of Yiddish slang. I actually paid for this stamp, simply because I was so intrigued by the fact that there really WAS a stamp with this sentiment. Too much fun. So, here's the inside. I hope he gets as big a kick out of receiving this as I had making it.
I've entered some challenges, this week.
Crazy 4 Challenges: Male Card
Cupcake Inspirations: Fall Colors
Make it Monday: Anything Goes
Really Reasonable Ribbons: Keep it Clean
Whew! Definitely a First for Me!
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