There must be a shoe, somewhere near Oxen Pond in the Botanical Gardens. There certainly is a woman with so many children, she doesn’t know what to do. We counted seventeen or eighteen ducklings for this mother duck, which is pretty large, considering Black Ducks usually have 6-12 eggs (Wikipedia says 6-14, my bird books…
Tag: Botanical garden
Pantoufles
I have always loved the French word “pantoufle”. There is no rhyme or reason to this. I have no particular affection for slippers. I simply like how that word feels in my mouth. I also like the words “syllable” and “estuary” and I’m entirely not sure why. Today, after the Craft Council’s Annual General Meeting,…
A stroll through spring
Both running and gardening have given me a profound appreciation for the nuances of spring. Living in a climate that leans precariously toward cooler temperatures even in the most hospitable of seasons tends to bring out either hope and joy or despair and gloom in folks. I’ve noticed that runners and gardeners fit the “hope”…
Quiet
After yesterday, a day which ended in K having a friend “sleep” over, we all decided that we all very much needed a quiet family day; we needed a day without much in it that moved along at a snail’s pace and allowed for spontaneous naps, flagrant and wanton knitting, unavoidable encounters with ice cream…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 