enjoying the ever so brief period in the southwest wisconsin running season between -30F wind chills and gnats in eyes, nose and mouth. if memory serves, last year the “spring” gnat season lasted all of spring and summer last year.
the new issue of cook’s illustrated ( love the magazine ) arrived and i’m amused to see we have both their highly recommended ( love it! ) and not recommended ( hate it! ) ice cream scoops in our house.
the winter before last took a huge toll on our peach tree ( the one that taught me The Transformative Power of A Real Peach ( and a little heavy whipping cream ) ) and last summer we didn’t get any fruit but the tree had a few dozen leaves on it so we thought maybe, just maybe, it needed to take a rest. But spring has sprung and I’m not seeing any buds at all. boooooooo.
someone smarter about plants will have to tell me what type of succulent “start” we going in our sun room.
there are something like 25,000 orchid species making it one of the largest families of plants and i don’t know them very well so i have no idea which particular orchid has made it into our home but it’s purty.
you might be at the organic valley annual meeting dinner if the center table beverage chilling on ice is deeeeelicious whole and chocolate milk.
after 10.75 years the jig was up. odin went to bed and said, “you know, someday you’re going to *have* to tell me the easter bunny, santa claus and the tooth fairy aren’t real.”
he’d noticed Incongruities for a few years that raised A Few Questions. Serious Doubts emerged after the topic came up in the hockey locker room and none of his teammates believed in any of it anymore. a few months ago he was reading a judy blume book ( i forget off hand which one ) and the characters just flat out talked about santa not being real WITH NO SPOILER ALERTS?! the clock was ticking and he had recently started up with The Questions.
after he went to bed i wrote a note in jest. obviously in my handwriting ( after years of trying to conceal it ) and with a reference to a recent scrabble game that would surely give it away.
in the morning, it turned out that he wasn’t quite as sure as we thought and the humor of my note was maybe not so humorous he was bluffing, sort-of. i think he really knew but still some part of him didn’t want to believe.
in the end he was a little sad but i think also a little happy to realize he’s A Big Boy.