Warning! Today’s picture contains the corpse of a mole.
I did my annual spring compost turning this weekend. It’s a more intense version of what I do every few weeks in summer. I pulled this clump of decomposing organic material out and gave an involuntary squeal of disgust. Surprisingly, the richly diverse insect population prompted only smiles.
I can’t help but think of one of our favorite couples whenever I eat asparagus. They managed to incorporate it into every meal of their weekend long wedding celebration. . . thank you for the happy memories you crazy, asparagus loving, kids!
My grandma, pre Alzheimers, loved screwdrivers, and chickens-not real ones, because they’re mean- roosters in particular. I miss her, so tonight’s cocktail comprehensively provides me with happy memories of her.
The ice is a beautiful blue-green in these last days before the lake turns over. Pretty enough for people of all walks of life to stand along it’s edge admiring it.
“Mom, I think there’s something in my hair…”
The sky today was an unpredictable thing, one moment clear, the next overcast and dreary. Ending the daylight hours with a fake looking sun straining through the cloud cover. Spring weather is here at last!
I sometimes wish that people actually walked around wearing the window display’s elaborate costumes. It would make walking down the mall so much more amusing!