Cold, gray, wet morning.And yet the sight of a cardinal emboldens one to hope for warmer days.
Around 2 o'clock Arianna came running down stairs. "It's sleeting . . . or snowing . . . or something!"I stopped tidying my desk and walked up stairs to the kitchen and looked out the window.Cold.Grey.Windy.And, yes, snow.It's been a cold Spring.
Neither entrepreneurial ingenuity nor political will circumvented gasoline's rise to $3.99 today.A decade ago, at the Philips 66 station near the Bannister Mall, in KCMO, I paid .99/gallon for gas.What irks me is that I hear no critique of circumstances that allows this to occur.
With temperatures still hovering a good 10 degrees lower than normal, you imagine my surprise when I received my order of asparagus. What to do? I'd thought of using the raised bed. But since I decided to move the raised beds, they're not ready. Okay, I thought, then it's atop the retaining wall at the "Kitchen Garden." So out I went after supper with spade in hand. Windy, brisk, damp. But I think the soil was happy to receive the roots.It'll be two years until I can expect to be able to harvest. If the I see that day, the plants should yield for at least 10 years. Imagine that!
Today I commemorate the 10 year anniversary of the death of Sharon's mother, Mildred Martz Kilarski.It seems like a lifetime ago. These 10 years have been like no other. What began in sadness has often been punctuated with peels of laughter and joy, but one cannot deny the sobering effect of Mildred's untimely death.
