Falling Apples

Yesterday was a snow day.  

That's right, it was March 25th and we had a snow day.   

In fact, we had the biggest amount of snow we've all all winter, err, spring.

So, while I was making the Brat Child's lunch-

which consisted of bologna and mustard cut in a specific way with exactly 2 pieces of bologna and mustard on each piece of bread and between the bologna-

I wondered where in the world he got his peculiar food issues.

And then it hit me.
ME.
When I was younger I would eat 2 things regularly:
a cheese sandwich that had to be cut exactly in quarters-
squares not triangles
or a bologna sandwich with mayo
and only Oscar Mayer bolonga.

I was thinking about a time I was over at Pepop and Memom's house
and I asked to stay for lunch.
Memom said, "Only if you bring your own bologna."
So I went over to our trailer and got my bologna out of the fridge.
I ran back over to Pepop's clutching my Oscar Mayer,
barged into the house waving the yellow package yelling
"I brought my bologna!"
Turns out Memom was joking.
Also turns out that apple of mine didn't fall too far from the mama tree.

Monday Meditation

 I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
                                Along the margin of a bay:                                  
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
                               In vacant or in pensive mood,                               
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

~William Wordsworth 

Spring

Spring is a busy time of year.  

Crocuses and daffodils are blooming, trees are budding, grass is growing and 

Osprey are returning to their nests. 

As for me, I'm knee deep in work when I'd rather be knee deep in water.

Or maybe not water, but on the beach at least.  

This time last year I was getting ready to head south to visit with some friends.

I'm anxious to have another relaxing weekend, but it has to wait until April.

I have a new grown up DSLR camera I'm itching to use

and friends I'm itching to see.

Monday Meditation

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There's one good thing about snow, it makes your lawn look as nice as your neighbor's.  

 ~Clyde Moore

 Nature has no mercy at all.  Nature says, "I'm going to snow.  If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough.  I am going to snow anyway."  

~Maya Angelou

Get ready! Snow's a'comin!