The scrapblog editor savored every moment of this hot, humid October weekend, her last full weekend off before starting a Sunday-Thursday gig. (Children, don't go into journalism if you want predictable, regular hours -- wait, on second thought, don't go into journalism AT ALL.)
On Saturday, she sat in a lawn chair in her leafy, quiet Robbinsdale yard, admiring a continuous pilgrimage of monarch butterflies to her 6-foot pink asters. The scrapblog editor is a talented gardener of plants that need absolutely no maintenance whatsoever, such as cherry tomatoes, red peppers, sedum, sunflowers, field daisies, 6-foot asters and Black Hills spruce. (She's also kept two blue spruce she planted in her city yard alive for several years, not as easy as you think.)
On Sunday, old friend Heather M. and I traveled to Old Frontenac to do some hiking and admire the leaves. It was a humid, still day, but beautiful nonethel
ess, and we saw deer and birds.
Stopped by Joe and Mavis', who gave us each about 50 potatoes Joe and a friend picked up behind a potato harvester's machine. When I asked him what I should do with 50 potatoes, he looked surprised and said, "Why, eat one a day."
Enough food for almost a year! I can quit my job and live on s'potatoes and cherry tomatoes! Ah, if only...
Joe and Mavis also passed along the book "Buckshot," an account of Uncle Ed's hellish 1944-45 tour of Normandy and western Germany, which of course inspired a fresh history entry in
the scrapblog archives and reading room. Check it out, cousins.
The scrapblog editor savored every moment of this hot, humid October weekend, her last full weekend off before starting a Sunday-Thursday gig. (Children, don't go into journalism if you want predictable, regular hours -- wait, on second thought, don't go into journalism AT ALL.)
On Saturday, she sat in a lawn chair in her leafy, quiet Robbinsdale yard, admiring a continuous pilgrimage of monarch butterflies to her 6-foot pink asters. The scrapblog editor is a talented gardener of plants that need absolutely no maintenance whatsoever, such as cherry tomatoes, red peppers, sedum, sunflowers, field daisies, 6-foot asters and Black Hills spruce. (She's also kept two blue spruce she planted in her city yard alive for several years, not as easy as you think.)
On Sunday, old friend Heather M. and I traveled to Old Frontenac to do some hiking and admire the leaves. It was a humid, still day, but beautiful nonethel
ess, and we saw deer and birds.
Stopped by Joe and Mavis', who gave us each about 50 potatoes Joe and a friend picked up behind a potato harvester's machine. When I asked him what I should do with 50 potatoes, he looked surprised and said, "Why, eat one a day."
Enough food for almost a year! I can quit my job and live on s'potatoes and cherry tomatoes! Ah, if only...
Joe and Mavis also passed along the book "Buckshot," an account of Uncle Ed's hellish 1944-45 tour of Normandy and western Germany, which of course inspired a fresh history entry in the scrapblog archives and reading room. Check it out, cousins.
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