So the byways of the Blue Ridge are edged with the ever graceful Turk's Cap Lily a.k.a. L. superbum. Not sure of the origin of this moniker, but it must be a doozy. This flower popped from the edge of my driveway this weekend.
I anxiously waited for the arrival of my husband and youngest child home this evening. I knew that there would be stories...just not sure what flavor they would be coated in. You see, youngest child went to work on a construction site with her daddy. She knew that there would be work involved, and no matter how much I prepared her for the eventuality and the reality...it didn't sink in until I woke her up this morning at 7am and told her that her father was waiting on her. She dutifully got ready. I packed her a hearty lunch and told her that I was proud of her and that she needed to do the best job that she could. I felt like I was sending her to meet her maker...
Apparently, as low person on the totem pole or er...ladder rung, she spent the entire day cleaning the muck other people made and then hauling the debris and chucking it onto the container. She also enjoyed a couple of hours of pulling nails out of boards. She came home hungry and slightly pissed (ok more than slightly pissed) that she couldn't spend the night with a friend tonight, but instead get a good night's sleep so that she could get up early in the morning and start all over again. She did announce that my job is much more fun than her father's job. Duh! He makes a boatload more money than I. Ouch...a loss of economic innocence lands on the floor! She is now downstairs giggling on the telephone to a friend and recounting the misery of the day...but I sense a bit of accomplishment in her voice. I dunno, tomorrow is another day and her payday is Friday. I'll keep you posted on this teenage experiment.
