The Lady Vanishes (Alfred Hitchcock, 1938)
Early last week, my daughter and I clipped some parsley from the garden for use with dinner. Rinsing it, we found a tiny black and white swallowtail caterpillar no longer than my pinky nail. We’ve kept him (or her) inside since then, and kept the parsley supply well stocked. One very hungry caterpillar, by my count he’s shed his skin twice, and is fast approaching the size of my entire pinky.
Just look at those little feet tho…
"… it is what you can’t get rid of."
Farewell my last bag of Reese’s Pieces Pastel Easter Eggs. I’ll never forget these three months we’ve had together…
"There Is A Balm In Gilead" from Blasé by Archie Shepp