holly pocket...

Last week on a very ordinary day when there was not much to do (OK, there was MUCH to do but not much I felt like doing) I got a letter in the mail addressed to

.

Let me now admit 2 things:

1) I don't get a lot of "mail".
2) I'm a sucker for a letter that comes addressed to me and includes a wild compliment.

After I told the envelope that it was quite right about me and that I hoped we could be friends I moved on to finding out more about the contents of it... What could it be?  Where did it come from?  Who sent it?

Well two of those very well phrased questions could be answered by just looking at the front of the envelope, and  once I got over how phenomenal I was I realized it had come from Cardiff... and in my world that can only mean one thing:  Holly Mail!!!

I sat quickly and tore open the envelop to find a piece of paper.  On that paper?  A note had been written.  But wrapped inside the paper I found....

a Holly for my Pocket.

I thought.

But then?  Well then I realized that I had very little in the way of interesting to do so I gave her a hip place to hole up until I was ready to take her out into the great big world of Portland

Does she look comfy in the Tiki cupboard?  I really hope so.

But then?  I had work to do.

And then?  You guessed it... more of the daily grind.

AND THEN?  It was Sunday and gardens don't plant themselves you know so I got up at 8, fed K a quick breakfast and left Mr. Kaos sleeping soundly in bed so I could get the planting done before the heat of the afternoon.

I dug.  I raked.  I pulled.  I plucked. I planted.  I watered.  I admired my handy work.

K came out and fetched things, ran in circles and played in the dirt.

Once I again I began to dig, rake, pluck, plant and water but then to my surprise something wonderful happened...

Holly Pocket didn't want to stay inside... She came flying out to the garden with Mr. Kaos giving chase...

She wanted to see.

to plant her little paper feet in the soil.

to be the butt of our jokes

and to fulfill her destiny as my great friend, Holly Pocket.

and yes... my daughter is wearing crocs.  I know, I know....  I know.