tonight hans and i hosted a fundraiser for the nature conservancy, mainly
for our tall grass prairie, the largest in the world. hans calls it the reasonable
man's approach to conservation. we don't throw buckets of paint on anyone.
in the pre-party panic i always experience, i hid in our quiet pantry and sent
the kids a furtive message, "your dad is about to get in a fight with the city
newspaper, because they want us to take a photo outside in the 95 degree
weather."
"mom! are you hiding in the pantry?"
hans won, and we took the picture in our living room. i'm pretty sure
we will look like the bison of our tall grass prairie, as the photographer
will have his revenge.
one of the most famous nature conservancy photographers gave me
permission to post some of his gorgeous tall grass prairie photos on my
humble blog! i'll place them by our photo in a few days, and let you
judge who's the scruffiest.
in the same living room, i happened upon a woman leaning over her
husband who was grey as an old mare and shaking with sweaty palms.
she said, "he's probably fine, but he has really high blood pressure."
after the ambulance left with him, she turned back and said, "thank you
very much for having us. we had a lovely time."
creepy.
"did you have to call for the firetrucks, too?" hans was just curious.
before i could answer, the most adorable 85 year old man (think fred
astaire but imagine the largest land owner in our state) came whistling
out the door. so cute . . . with a wine bottle hidden behind him. he had
told me earlier that his wife, who was home with a 'bug', was feeling
much better.
"she felt well enough to go to the beauty parlor." :)
home, home on the range . . .
love,
lea
