Thursday, June 5, 2014
Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, anyone else but me, anyone else but me … till I come marching home. And that was sung by what popular group during World War II? And don’t drink the red liquid in the apple juice jar in my refrigerator. Yesterday, I set up a hummingbird feeder in the back yard. If you have ever done this, you are aware that when you mix the prepared package of hummingbird food with water you get a bright red liquid, necessary for attracting the hummingbirds. One fills the hummingbird feeder and then stores the remainder in the refrigerator. One must be careful when storing the remainder of the red liquid. It seems that once upon a time, for some strange reason my father, Honeyboy, and Maggie Lou – a most talkative women and his wife for 25 years – went to my sister’s house to check on things. As we all do when we house sit or “check on things”, we snoop. You know you do it, so shut up. It seems that ML opened the refrigerator and asked my father if she could have a glass of this red wine in the refrigerator. He examined at the red liquid in the wine-shaped bottle, and knew full well it was hummingbird juice, but still said “Sure, I’ll get you a glass.” So ML drank a glass of hummingbird food. Upon leaving the house, he asked her “How was the wine?” She said “Not too good. It was very sweet.” No hummingbirds today. I will let you know if there is a sighting. And the song, Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree? The Andrew Sisters. Patty. Laverne and Maxine.