The "grocery store" in the flower beds this year was the Hosta flower stalks.
Each waiting patiently for their groceries.
Looks like brown and green are the colors that will be "in" as far as fashion goes this winter.
Good thing too, I love brown and green.
These shoppers were far more patient than me when it comes to waiting in a line that doesn't seem to be moving.
If my line isn't moving, I end up talking to myself and harumphing just above a whisper about how I have to be somewhere and how my ice cream is going to melt if things don't hurry along.
Then I see someone who has bigger problems than melting ice cream and I calm down.
Mr. Grasshopper's wings are misshapen and he will never fly.
I will often resort to talking to those in my line or flirting with their crying toddlers.
It makes Eric crazy.
"Who was that you were talking to?"
"I don't know."
Probably made my mother crazy when I was a little girl----me talking to strangers.
I get a wee bit jealous of those that stand with zen-like faces as their line comes to a halt.
Maybe standing on their heads is what makes them so patient.
Not sure I can resort to standing on my head.
The crashing sound that would immediately follow my attempt would surely cause to lighten the mood.
Candy and magazines and me, in a heap.
This one finally resorted to prayer.
A prayer that the line would get moving.
A prayer that the checker would come back from his price check.
Looks like he's gone on break.
I think we'll be here a while.
If you need me, I'll be talking to Mr. Grasshopper whilst standing on my head.
I wonder if I should put my ice cream back?