Thursday, April 22, 2010

April 22nd

It is a cool, leafy morning. Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a tree house, especially when I look out over the back deck into the flowering boughs of trees floating at eye level. The dogwood blossoms still float, foam on the woodland sea or as single trees, sometimes in a yard or in the golf course, as a perfectly still, living cloud of white.

Ferns are unraveling their lacy selves from the forest floor and various other things have sprouted up, about a foot high and put forth leaves. The neighboring houses are beginning to disappear into the green. Deep in the woods, under pine branches, tiny little star shaped flowers have appeared, the palest blue or sheer white. They seem to prefer growing up out of moss.



When mowing the lawn recently, Keith came across a truly terrible looking spider hiding out in the wheel well of the car trailer. It was about two inches long and later was identified as a wolf spider, not poisonous, but horrible all the same. Since then, I have been squeamish about putting my bare feet into my shoes, since some helpful person told me that they like to hide in dry, cool places exactly like the inside of shoes.

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However, the Orkin man came, saw and sprayed the heck out of the house. He also left peanut buttery death traps in far corners, like behind the fridge, to lure bugs to their sticky death. It's too early to know if it will work or not, but when I took the girls out this morning, I did notice how clean and bare the front porch was; no insect traffic to be seen, high or low. I'm taking that as a good sign.

A few days ago I bought a nice package of bone in pork chops and today am on the hunt for an inspiring recipe for them. I also purchases one pineapple, three mangoes, a bunch of bananas, grapes, a bunch of asparagus, five on the vine tomatoes, a small wheel of brie, two packages of hummus and a gallon of milk.

Keith saw someone on the Food Network make a steak sandwich using brie and roasted red peppers and suddenly wanted to try the cheese. When I was single, younger and the owner of a much faster metabolism, I used to buy the stuff, along with a long loaf of French bread and make a meal of that alone. Ah, the good ol' days.

Anyway, I bought the cheese and it turns out Keith is not exactly a fan, so it falls to me to eat the entire wheel.


Sigh. The burdens in life I have to carry... like banana peels.



Here is Lynn. Note the plastic wrap over the fireplace, put there in hopes that, a, it was the source of the bugs and b, would keep them out.