Yesterday I walked down to the apartment office to take one of my last peppers to the manager. She told me that a woman had just signed a lease for the apartment next door to me.
That means that on this row of four-plexes there will be a single woman in each unit. Which is just fine by me. More than fine.
When walking back to my apartment, which is about five four-plexes down from the office, there was a dragonfly flying right in front of me, at about my height.
I thought, “why don’t you fly right on down to my place and let me get my camera.”
But it didn’t. Just before I turned the corner to walk down to my end unit, it flew off into the distance.
For those of you who asked where I got my beads I used to make the bead project yesterday, I noticed that they are on sale half off at Hobby Lobby. Just thought I’d put that out there if you are interested.
It is for the Tree House brand of beads. Depending on the size, some have 16 pieces, bigger ones have 10, they are regularly $1.99. Which means this week they are $1.
Lawsy, it’s hot! In the car it was 103. I imagine we’re in for hot weather well into October.
I’ve been telling you a lot about the young cardinal couple lately. I think they’ve decided that the ginkgo jade tree in the container is their tree.
Much of the time when I look out there, either the female is taking a bath or drinking water and the male is perched in the little tree. Or the opposite.
Sometimes I see the female on the patio pecking at something on the cement.
I see them out there more than any other bird. Even the sparrows. The sparrows seem to gather in the front bushes. I haven’t seen a mourning dove or any other bird in a month or so.
It’s a good time for reading when the weather is so darned hot. At night I’ve been reading “The Twelve Mile Straight” by Eleanor Henderson.
The book is set in 1930s Georgia.
The Jesup house is full of secrets. It was said that two babies were born to young Elma Jesup, the daughter of a sharecropper. The baby girl is white; the boy is dark.
According to the Jesups they are both Elma’s babies.
A field hand named Genus Jackson is accused of raping her and was lynched, then dragged through town behind a truck down the Twelve-Mile Straight. One of the boys involved was dating Elma Jesup.
What ensues is a complicit arrangement involving Elma Jesup, her father Juke Jesup, and Nan, a young black girl who lives with them.
Nan is a bit younger than Elma but they grew up together. Nan is the housekeeper’s daughter who died some years back.
The townspeople and people from far away all want to come get a look at the “twins” (one black and one white) Elma Jesup says she gave birth to.
The three people living in the Jesup house is Elma’s father Juke, Elma and Nan. Elma’s mother died in childbirth.
So the reader wonders: What is the story here?
Juke Jesup is trying to pass the babies off as twins. And he forces Elma and Nan to do the same.
Things were very different back then. It is really an eye opener to read about a time when people were free but may as well have still been slaves.
It seems impossible that these things happened. But then again, in some ways unprecedented is the word I would use for the times we currently live in as well.