|Randy Mathis, part Terminator part pea sheller|
Then there is his sister Lisa. I smile every time I think about a conversation we had.
Me: I have to get a picture of you and Randy together. Maybe in the strawberry patch. What do you think?
Lisa: Yeah. That'd be good.
Me: There's one thing I'm thinking though.
Me: You need to have dirt on your face.
Lisa: What? (a different what, more like are you crazy what)
Me: Lisa, you could roll out of bed and look beautiful, but there's so much physical beauty. It's on every corner. The first time I saw you you carried a pallet bigger than you across the floor. You gotta show people how you get dirty.
It only took a little more persuading and finally she agreed as long as I let her see the picture before we decided. We'll see, and I'm fine with that.
Yesterday morning this was all I got.
|Siblings of the most get along kind.|
Just for you in the development of a story stage I'll show some more shots.
|He was shelling 'em for his Mama. I know. Stop it.|
|Baskets of everything everywhere|
|Mom says this batch is really good.|
|For all you Arkansas fans out there.|
|Billy Sue thought she found a cousin.|
|How Lisa sees it.|
|If you asked, Do they have everything? |
I'd say, Pretty much.
|It's a slush. Whoever even heard of such?|
|Don't you think places like this are our true gems of the world? At least one of them. Surely.|
|'Cause you were like, What about another photo of the pea shelling?|
And I was all, Okay just one more.
In the ongoing am I an adult child or child adult that could happen if you return after twenty years to your hometown my Mom is thinking, I wish she could be professional, while my Dad has just grounded me from the computer.
Today I am grateful to have spent at least some of my morning seeing a small part of what Lisa and Randy do.