Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Disaster Averted
I could almost title this entry:
REALLY Bad Disaster Averted
This morning I commenced my 7.5 mile walk/run. I had a leftover bottle from my bike ride the night before, and I thought, in that it was windy & sunny and very nearly hot, I might like a little mid-jaunt refreshment. (This leftover bottle business is one of two cycling bottles I usually have w/ me on my bike, and I generally fill them with one part juice to three parts water. The juice is to make the water palatable.)
I took the bottle w/ me, with the plan to drop it alongside the road for my return trip. And I knew just the place - a semi-private drive down the road, in the shade, and away from the road's dust.
Well! I got to my drop point, lush grass and shade, and...SCADS OF POISON IVY!
Omigoodness. If I hadn't known better, MUCH better, I could have dropped my drink into the poison ivy, returned for my refreshment, and...four days later, suffered unimaginable (no, no - I CAN imagine!) wrath of rash.
Darn good thing I was Girl Scout, is all I can say.
REALLY Bad Disaster Averted
This morning I commenced my 7.5 mile walk/run. I had a leftover bottle from my bike ride the night before, and I thought, in that it was windy & sunny and very nearly hot, I might like a little mid-jaunt refreshment. (This leftover bottle business is one of two cycling bottles I usually have w/ me on my bike, and I generally fill them with one part juice to three parts water. The juice is to make the water palatable.)
I took the bottle w/ me, with the plan to drop it alongside the road for my return trip. And I knew just the place - a semi-private drive down the road, in the shade, and away from the road's dust.
Well! I got to my drop point, lush grass and shade, and...SCADS OF POISON IVY!
Omigoodness. If I hadn't known better, MUCH better, I could have dropped my drink into the poison ivy, returned for my refreshment, and...four days later, suffered unimaginable (no, no - I CAN imagine!) wrath of rash.
Darn good thing I was Girl Scout, is all I can say.
Monday, May 03, 2010
Comfort Food, and the Neighborhood
I love to cook. Love it! I think this passion has been passed down to the next generation, because both daughters send me interesting and wonderful recipes they discover. And even the College Boy dabbles in cooking nutritious food.
Here's a link to what I have decided is one of my FAVORITE comfort foods:
Baked Eggs in Bread Bowls
Bon Appétit!
On other subjects...a neighbor stopped by this afternoon, and we sat out under the trees for a bit, chatting about the cherry season in the Pacific Northwest, the Boston Marathon, and week-old baby ducklings. And I took her for a tour of my Darwinian vegetable garden, my cutting garden, and my birdseed garden. We pulled some horseradish and lettuce for her to take home for dinner, and then we both went back to our respective work: she, a rancher, and I, a self-employed business owner, working with orchard growers thousands of miles away from rural Kansas.
This evening I threw a pork tenderloin into the oven just minutes after Daughter #2 called to beckon me out on a bike ride. I took her bait, threw on my cycling gear and threw in the tenderloin, and off I went, to meet her. We rode and chatted and laughed and waved at neighbors and farmers and ranchers who passed us on the road. It was a nice evening ride.
Now I am back, ready for this evening's activities: cello practice and maybe a few quilt squares to be completed.
The end of the day: sigh...
Here's a link to what I have decided is one of my FAVORITE comfort foods:
Baked Eggs in Bread Bowls
Bon Appétit!
On other subjects...a neighbor stopped by this afternoon, and we sat out under the trees for a bit, chatting about the cherry season in the Pacific Northwest, the Boston Marathon, and week-old baby ducklings. And I took her for a tour of my Darwinian vegetable garden, my cutting garden, and my birdseed garden. We pulled some horseradish and lettuce for her to take home for dinner, and then we both went back to our respective work: she, a rancher, and I, a self-employed business owner, working with orchard growers thousands of miles away from rural Kansas.
This evening I threw a pork tenderloin into the oven just minutes after Daughter #2 called to beckon me out on a bike ride. I took her bait, threw on my cycling gear and threw in the tenderloin, and off I went, to meet her. We rode and chatted and laughed and waved at neighbors and farmers and ranchers who passed us on the road. It was a nice evening ride.
Now I am back, ready for this evening's activities: cello practice and maybe a few quilt squares to be completed.
The end of the day: sigh...
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Saturday, May 01, 2010
May Day!
"A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly."
- Rhyme from England
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly."
- Rhyme from England
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