Why I do this to myself, I just don't know, but occasionally when I'm looking at pictures, a song comes into my head and it absolutely refuses to leave. When I'm working on a picture, the song will begin and it'll just keep rattling around in my brain. And speaking of working on a picture: I didn't do anything to these other than opening them up and thinking they looked fine to me so I gave them an ever so slight sharpen, and called it a day.
It's maddening, I tellya. I'm out in the garden looking at the corn and the corn is looking at the rows of tomatoes, and I know that someday soon they'll both ripen and somehow they'll get together, and all would be wonderful. Yes, I am crazy. Crazy for corn and tomatoes because I love them. I could eat a tomato like an apple. And corn? Don't even get me started. When I'm old and have no teeth, it's not sex I plan on missing. It's the corn on the cob.
So here's what I heard in the garden today. Once again, apologies to all of you who have my affliction. You know, the song in the head thing? And it's two days in a row now. So I'm truly sorry. Really I am.
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together
I love this old Turtles song. And where else can you go and get vegetable love like this? It's why you keep coming back, isn't it? Maybe it's the weather that's making me crazy.
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Beautiful shots, Miss Kate. Love the words, too.
Me and your blog... we're so happy together! Most of the happy is on my side, of course.
Great photos.
Oh, gosh, now I know what will be going through my head all night now. :-)
I LOVE the Turtles! Don't certain songs (or the memory of them) make you smile? Who doesn't like the "corny" (I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself) 60's and 70's music?? Speaking of corn, there is nothing like fresh corn on the cob...dripping with butter and a slight dusting of salt. OMG -- my mouth is watering! One of my favorite memories is playing flashlight tag at night in the cornfield. (sigh*) So happy together...
LOL! Missing corn more than sex in old age. LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT!
Terrific photos, Kate, and I love that song, so I don't mind having it stuck in my head all morning. But I have to say that the proximity of the words "old," "sex," and "teeth" in the same sentence has placed a rather bizarre picture in my head, and it's not pretty! LOL
xoxo,
Mary
" When I'm old and have no teeth, it's not sex I plan on missing. It's the corn on the cob."
I am still trying to figure out what having no teeth and missing sex have to do with one another, but I digress... :)
Lovely shots and I am ever so jealous that you will have tomatoes so much sooner than we will. Ours are microscopic still and with all the cold rainy weather we are having this summer, they aren't going to get big very fast.
When camping this weekend, my son and his friend were competing on who knew how to grill corn on the cob the best..we didn't get to do it, but I bet you know how!
These are lovely photos and THANKS for the friggin song in my head LOL!!
I meant that when I'm old and probably won't have my teeth, I'd miss corn on the cob even more than sex. Not that I need my teeth to have sex. And if I say anymore, I'm just going to dig myself deeper and deeper into this melange of words!
Yes, of course we know how to grill corn and I think it's the best way. We leave it in the husk and slowly grill it until the outside layers get dried-up and almost black in some spots. Open it up and oh, oh, oh, the absolute goodness. I don't even need butter. Or saltnpeppa.
Oh, my. I'm getting a hot flash just thinking of it . . .
*grins*
~ C.G.
PS -- That was me who deleted the last comment. I type so fast sometimes that the words get away from me!
Oh...somehow I got the connection between teeth, sex and corn completely discombobulated. I thought it was a new version on the old excuse... "Sorry honey, I can't have sex tonight...I just ate corn...it's for your own protection".
Hahhahaha!
I will be singing it all day now. But I love that song. I learned how to play it on the piano when I was in Jr. High school. One of the few songs I ever memorized. Much to my mothers pride. She is an oldies junky.
Great pics as always.
I feel the same way about corn on the cob!
Don't like the song but like the corn. Love the corn. Harte tomatoes but love the corn. I can even eat it with my teeth out.
Just found your blog. I LOVE your pictures!
Welcome to starwoodgal and to daisy girl. Glad to have you come by! Perhaps you've learned a new excuse for nighttime romance when you're not in the mood?
Sorry honey, not tonight. I just ate corn. It's for your own protection . . .
~ C.G.
Oh how I love the that song! Haven't heard it for yrs! Now I'll be singing (not that I can sing, mind you..but no one to hear me try but Hubby!)Brings back tons of memories!
Corn...you are so lucky! Most of ind got wiped out by the storm 2 nights ago! Going to try planting more, kinda late tho!
OK now you will having me sing this song whenever I go into the garden. Songs don't usually pop in my head until I relate them to something...corn and tomatoes and you and me and me and you so happy together!
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