One spring, some years ago when we’d first moved to the ranch, I noticed the pasture was full of dandelions. Remembering an idea I’d had of something I wanted to give to my granddaughter Phoenix, I trekked back to the house for a large mason jar.
I wandered through the pasture, meticulously picking the largest, fullest dandelion heads I could find and placed them gently into the jar until nearly full. Returning to the house, I set them on the kitchen counter before continuing my chores.
When Clay got home that afternoon, he spotted the jar on the counter. He chuckled out loud and with eyebrow cocked and the “what are you up to now” look, asks “what’s this about?” “It’s a jar full of wishes” I said… “Soooo…dont go acting up. I WILL use them against you!” and laughed.
His sense of humor is as snarky as mine and he finds nothing funnier than getting a rise out of me. I suspect he can’t wait to see what comes out of my mouth next. The truth is, I don’t even know. I’m often as surprised as he is and we both fall into riotous laughter. He’s quite accustomed to me cutting my eyes at him and saying things like, “I’m telling Jesus you said that”, “You might need to start pumping yor brakes right about now, Bud” and I may have told him once that I have a black belt in hammer and wouldn’t mind wiping slobber off his chin for the rest of his life. 😊
Flash forward a year….. while cleaning out the cabinets and sorting what to keep, donate or store, I found the jar tucked away deep in the back. Amazingly the dandelion heads were still intact! I set them on the counter and continued my work.
A few hours later Clay, arriving home from work, sees the jar and says “OH LORD! What did I do now!?”
I must’ve really left an impression. 😂