I got pulled down a Babylon Bee hole this morning. As far as holes go, the Bee hole is probably my favorite. Air conditioning, great snacks, and chuckles that will probably come back to me on my deathbed. They were … Read More
With the joys of springtime (rhubarb-rhubarb-rhubarb) comes the harsher realities of the fall and the dark effect it has had on both man and beast. And critter. Nature, while lovely, carries with it a blot. That blot is spiders. Not … Read More
Remember back in the day when I first started hunting and pecking around on this blog and some of you couldn’t believe what you saw with some of your reading eyes? The glow of August sunshine warming your face as … Read More
You’re not wrong. I have been on the quiet side, which is perhaps not what I am known for around here, but I promise, I have a brilliant excuse. Maybe 3 or 18. Or I am a flake. Could be … Read More
When we moved into Feodora, the first real problem that needed dealing with actually was not the incessant traffic noise or my fear of allowing the kids in the front yard next to all that traffic (3 years in and … Read More
Protein is very important, you know. Atkins certainly thought so, and surely a man with his own brand can’t be wrong about everything (that and no matter your individual dietary persuasions, you have to offer a solemn nod to a … Read More
I remember it like it was yesterday (though in truth, it was more like 34 years ago), during my lone venture into the world of dance classes. My instructor, Miss Meredith, was so deeply glamorous to me, and her shiny … Read More
I blame the Boy Quail’s ambivalent eye towards the oliebollen of last week, entirely. Surely if he had just inhaled the stuff like the thoroughly digestible crack cocaine that it is, his cold would have bounded off and not been … Read More
Overstatement? Maybe. Let’s assume not. So the Quail have had icky gross unhappy coughs for a week. Perhaps I already mentioned that. A few days ago, I decided to cure them by making oliebollen, a Dutch donut hole of sorts, … Read More
He intended it humorously. I know that. And yet somehow, in our ongoing debate about whether or not we should raise a few chickens for really no other reason than that our youngest Quail taking care of chickies sounds adorable, … Read More