Ever since I got the news that the frame on my truck was going to be replaced, I’ve had the idea kicking around my head that I should take the opportunity to add a vehicle to our fleet that can actually hold all of us. We’re a family of five, and the kids have been jammed three across in the back seat of Mrs. P’s 4Runner since the day Ginger came home from the hospital.
I woke up at 4:00 AM today, thanks to Gambit the World’s Smartest Dog. My son made the mistake of attempting a furtive trip to the bathroom, which set Gambit to growling. Like he’s never seen the lad before. I think he’s hard of seeing – the dog, that is.
It’s the most gut-wrenching thing an aspiring orchardist has to do every spring: thin the crop. Amidst the flush of life and potential on display in the many subtle hues of green, an orchardist must bring cold-hearted callousness to bear on his or her bearing trees. Fruit abortion. Plucked in their innocence. Too young…far too young.
Today was an absolutely gorgeous June day – bright, clear, low humidity, and warm. There was no way I was going to pass this day up for some kind of work around the house, so after a late breakfast we piled in the car and headed out for a hike.
I didn’t know bears ate corn. Especially baby corn plants that haven’t yet gotten knee high. But at 3:30 last night, that’s what a momma bear and her three cubs did in my back yard (DVR clock is an hour off):
For the record, I don’t play the lottery. I consider it a tax on people who can’t do math. But I still managed to kind of win a sort of lottery today. Let me explain.