It’s Better Left Unanswered
Posted on 06. Dec, 2009 by Kate in Farm & Family, Musings
Sometimes it’s best not to ask:
Why is there a dirt clod on my kitchen counter?
Where did it come from?
How did it get here?
And finally:
How long has it been here?
9 Responses to “It’s Better Left Unanswered”
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I am the mother of five learning to live in the country surrounded by in-laws. I've been married to the amazing Nate Palmer for 15 years; he is teaching me how to be a farm girl in between chasing children, cooking dinner, and doing laundry. In my spare time (okay--time I try really hard to set aside), I like to write.
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Karen Gowen
06. Dec, 2009
Looks like someone left you a present.
TAmara
07. Dec, 2009
Good thing you didn’t think it was a cookie like I did…
Jana Duersch
07. Dec, 2009
LOVE IT!!!!
L.A. DeVaul
07. Dec, 2009
It could have been something much worse than dirt. I won’t say it, but I know you are all thinking it.
Betty
07. Dec, 2009
Kids leave the best things laying around. Maybe it will turn into a rock if it sits there long enough. Reminds me of the dirt clod fights we would have in the garden!!!!!!
Jenni K. H.
08. Dec, 2009
ha ha. I think you left out the most critical question:
How many more are inside?
Name (required)
09. Dec, 2009
Very real and very funny. I find rocks in my dryer all the time. My youngest is 7, a girl. Really, I wouldn’t put it past her, or my 11 yr. old son… but when do they start to think, “Hmm, maybe rocks (or dirt clods) stay outside.” Meanwhile, clank clank clank from the dryer.
Kate
10. Dec, 2009
@Name (required) Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Rocks in the dryer!–I’d like to say I’ve never had that happen, but …
Kate
10. Dec, 2009
@Jana, Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I bet things like this never happen in your classroom!
@L.A. I don’t even want to think what you’re thinking, but it did cross my mind. Especially since I once found a clump of manure under a living room chair. No pieces or tracks leading to it, just a clump. Farm life brings those kinds of … shall we say … presents (Karen) every so often. I’m just grateful it was dirt on the counter and not what L.A. was thinking!
@Tamara, A cookie?! I’m sorry.
@Betty, I remember those fights … snowballs were softer
@Jenni, I don’t want to think about that!