They flew in this morning, little and mid-sized vees over the house, honking constantly. They haven’t settled in yet, perhaps they’re not “our” geese but are en route to their summer environs. Many ducks were out this morning on the stream that was nearly dry this morning and snowmelt filled soon thereafter. They’re not as organized as their feathered brethren, the geese. Why the term “loosy goosey?”
Think of the trail behind our home, this morning, as the ice rink from he**. I remember the first set of ice skates on a homemade rink, looking at the rippled ice on top of 4mm plastic sheeting that Dad had frozen into submission. I didn’t want to fall on my butt! This trail is solid ice, slick and with boot prints and dog paws down a couple of inches from the slush when it was 50 degrees yesterday. Luckily Zoe didn’t pull me, and while I could have used snowshoes (but we don’t have any) I just put my arms out and pretended I was on a balance beam for 1/2 mile. It’s good exercise. And I didn’t entertain the neighbors by falling on my butt.
Thoughts and prayers go out to Japan with the huge earthquake and tsunami, and to those in Hawaii who were affected and those on the West Coast who may be hit. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 