“MOM!! I gotta TELL you sumpthin!” I cannot tell you how many times a day I hear that phrase. It is punctuated only by “Mom! I gotta SHOW you sumpthin!” (usually accompanied by the presentation of some sort of insect). That’s all I hear, all day long, at about 30 second intervals. Inside I’m screaming…Read more »
Back when we were living in Portland, on a tiny postage-stamp sized lot (actually, it was a rather large lot by Portland standards, where the rising housing demands resulted into thousands of “shotgun” houses being built on miniscule split lots across the city), we were interested in promoting beneficial insects to help pollinate plants, break…Read more »
Time for another installment of my random Haiku Thursday series. ————————- Sun, fiercely shining; Spring skipped, feels like summer now – Where is my sunscreen?
I love pie. It is, by far, my favorite dessert. It doesn’t have any of that disgusting, sickeningly sweet icing that makes most cakes inedible (in my humble opinion). And crust! Oh my god, crust – that dreamy blend of butter, salt (& sugar sometimes) all perfectly suspended in a delicate flour conveyance. I FREAKING LOVE…Read more »
You know what sucks? When – after a long, cold, snowy winter – spring finally arrives, just to be snatched out of your hands again. The snow finally melts, just to be replaced with – you guessed it – more snow. That is what this April has been so far. Things were finally warming up…Read more »
(Also known as entomophagy.) I’ve been fascinated by the idea of eating insects for some time. Once I got over the initial societally-ingrained disgust, that is. I’ve never been a real big meat eater – I was vegetarian for about 12 years, did the raw/vegan thing for nearly a year. I will eat it from…Read more »
The chickens are growing by leaps and bounds (and by bounds, I mean, they are getting ready to bound out of their brooder cage). Their fluffy, baby-chick down is almost entirely gone, replaced by awkward-looking new feathers. They are goofy adolescents. They are voracious eaters (and subsequently, prolific poopers – my husband calls them “little…Read more »