The Barefoot Kitchen Witch

Stowaway

I know I haven't even finished posting about the recent camping trip, but I had to share pictures of this little guy.  Bill discovered him when he was unfolding the tent and rain-fly in our back yard so he could rinse off the dirt and hang them out to dry.

Julia immediately suggested we feed him to the lizard, but we stopped her in plenty of time. 

We really can do without the bad luck.

Peeping Caelifera

Before I post any pictures, I have two important things to say.

First - all the dust and grime you'll see on the window in the following photos is on the OUTSIDE of the window.  Dirt from the gardens gets blown onto the window and then water droplets from the sprinkler mess it up and leave streaks and smears.  It can't possibly be on the inside of the window, because, though I have a 6-year-old and a 4-year-old and you might think their little hands (and noses, mashed frighteningly against the glass) would contribute to the streaks and fingerprints, you'd be wrong. Not only are my children absolute ANGELS who never EVER touch the window, EVER, but also because of course I am never without a bottle of Windex and some paper towels and I just clean, clean, clean the windows ALL THE TIME so they can maintain their glorious streak-free shine.

Second - if grasshoppers creep you out, you might want to skip this post and read something else for now.

Okay, ready?

And Would You Care for Some Tea With That?

This morning we were outside looking at all the gorgeous dew, left from the early morning fog and last night's rain.  Simply beautiful.

I posted the story over on my little gardening site, because it seemed more appropriate over there.  But then again, since it involved my son taking it upon himself to serve breakfast, which, you know, is more FOOD-oriented, then I figured I should mention it here, too.

Of course, the breakfast was served to a spider, so if you're at all squeamish about that, just look at all the dewdrop pictures above the jump.  The dewdrops are nice and pretty and not at all creepy.

And that's my PSA for my arachnaphobic friends out there in blogland.