Normally, I like to think that we have tranquility in the garden, though this is simply a case of choosing what memories one wants to have. There are rabbits who have outsmarted us, chewing through the ostensibly rabbit-excluding fence that lines the bottom of the more decorative split-rail. Once the adorable little crop-decimators are spotted… Continue Reading
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The Rapscallion and the Donut Trees
When I was a freshman in high school, I had my eye on a pair of Zodiak boots that at age fourteen, I was ill-equipped to afford, what with a savings account consisting of approximately $147.63 and some immature U.S. Savings Bonds as assets. U.S. Savings Bonds which, upon maturity just two years later would… Continue Reading
Brockton Beans
JR and I met at a local golf course where I was the bartender and he was a member. Member implies something fancy, and, in that regard, is a bit of a misnomer used in reference to this particular golf course. Around town it was known as a rowdy, blue collar club. However, he did… Continue Reading
Latest Obsession: Ticks, and the Destruction Thereof
The garden is a lovely place to relax, do a little bit of weeding, and find 3 ticks per half-hour walking up your legs. They are also partial to setting up camp on this orange watering can, which is handy, for they are easily drowned once there. Yep. Ticks. And the destruction thereof. They (and… Continue Reading
So, How About A Stomach Sandwich to Fill Your Stomach? Eating in Florence, Part II
I’ve made a conscious decision to keep with the pretty part of Florence, the churches and monuments, and avoid the offal. For the moment. After all, at this point in the recap, we’ve only been there for just over 12 hours taking in all that is lovely about Firenze. And as far as food goes,… Continue Reading