A midweek southern "din-nah"

The photo below was not taken by my talented-with-a-camera (and so much more) sister, unlike all but one of the other photos, so I feel that I can complain about the bad angle that has made a shelf of my breasts. Now that I am whinging, I will just add that it would have been swell if I had decided to actually wash or maybe comb my hair that morning and maybe choose another outfit. The angle seems to have worked for my father, son and sister, so I decided to eat crow (well, fried green tomatoes) and publish it anyway. I'll have to risk the possibility that youthful-for-their years old friends and lovers may be lurking here and get on with it (and start doing "the Firm" again, soon).Here are some undeniably beautiful Foxgloves from that day, as taken by Bhu.These pictures were taken at The Blue Willow Inn yesterday. In honor of Bhu's visit home, our father took us there for lunch - also sometimes referred to as dinner in these parts. The restaurant is housed in a big old southern mansion surrounded by fountains and beautiful landscaping. Bhu had her rehearsal dinner there when she got married two years ago. Food is served buffet style and includes fried everything, turnip greens (cooked down with ham hocks),sweet potato souffle, mac and cheese and many cobblers(to name just a few of the selections). Gillen was in heaven, except for the deserts - he prefers homemade. His highlight - he got to see a cowboy. Once we got home, he recreated that cowboy's outfit and has been wearing it for two days.

The highlight for me was bumping into Ms. Whit there - our 103 year old friend, whom we have known since I was eight. She told us about having just gone to Turner Field last night to watch the Braves play. She is a huge baseball fan. We made plans to go watch a game with her at her house in the next few weeks. She is so lucid, and funny! She loves to crack jokes about having tried to iron out her wrinkles. She drinks coffee everyday, and likes donuts and strange non-foods like Ensure shakes. I think her longevity is due to the fact that she loves life and doesn't take anything too seriously. But I don't know. I want to find the time to hang out with her more and find out. I don't care about the secret, she is just wonderful to hang out with.

I like this last photo. One of my boys is actually listening with what may be interest to my gesticulating monologue, and it was not about something he lives for, like hunting, birds, or farming. I feel loved. Not that I don't often feel it, but it's nice to have it captured here.