I keep hearing the collective sound of palm to forehead around me. June. Yes, Pooh, it really CAN be June already! Wowza.
The little dude came home last night and we got to take a look at him and quit the worrying that only comes from not being able to see him after a traumatic event. He is doing remarkably well, now that the pain is over. I remembered pictures of myself at that age and I had a special one when there was a big skid mark/road rash on my forehead and nose from some dare devil thing that an equally older kid had ME do. The weird part is that I, to this day, have this uncommon fear of taking a header and knocking out a tooth. Did I save this vision for my grandson? I hope not. I just know that I look where I put my feet and take no wacky chances anymore.
I told the Schnickle that because he is so tall, people will mistake him for a kid old enough to lose a tooth naturally. Nope, three and a half...almost.
June is coming in stormy around here. There have been lots of thunderheads brewing up in the mountains but today there is stuff coming in from the coast, and so we wait. The roar of the gas powered weed whacker is coming from the hill as Rod begins that yearly chore to keep us safe, the defensible space mantra. No more grass for the Mama Turkey and her brood to tickle through as they make their rounds. It's all good. I feel safer already.
We have had many many silk moths come to lay their eggs here on the house this season, which has been delightful to see. This morning's visitor was putting on quite a show after Rod had to move her from the garage door to the wall (no garage door ride for HER). For those in the know, tell me who she is, will you? Those eyes were diaphanous. So beautiful and BIG!
Time to get back to work. No more lollygagging.
Wow. I know I've seen pictures of Tussah moths, I don't remember if they have those wonderful eyes or not.
Posted by: CarolineF | June 02, 2009 at 06:44 PM
It's a Polythemis moth.
Posted by: BarbaraRuncie | June 02, 2009 at 06:48 PM
Oops, I meant Polyphemus moth.
Posted by: BarbaraRuncie | June 02, 2009 at 06:52 PM
Aww poor fella! He looks like he is handling it pretty well in that picture :) What a cool moth as well!
Posted by: Erik Souza | June 03, 2009 at 02:08 PM
That moth is doing a bit of a Tammy Faye Bakker on the eyeshadow, don'tcha think?
Sympathies to the Schnickle. I lost my front teeth at three the hard way too.
Posted by: AlisonH | June 03, 2009 at 04:35 PM
poor schnickle!!!
your gardens are lovely!
Posted by: vanessa | June 05, 2009 at 03:21 AM
I'm not sure it's even possible for little boys to grow up without battle scars and broken teeth and a couple of broken bones. Between the three of us boys and my dad in my family there were continuous visits to emergency rooms all over the planet. Blood and stitches, blood and stitches; the mantra of a young boy's life!
Does he still get excited looking at the ATV magazines? If so then he's fine. :-)
Posted by: Tom Clark | June 10, 2009 at 09:02 AM
Wow! That moth is godsmacking gorgeous! So sorry for the Schnickle. . . my son did the same thing when he was a toddler!
Posted by: june | June 14, 2009 at 12:55 PM