April 7th
Beans are just about the only plant that can survive my erratic lifestyle.
March 29th
We cut some willow catkin branches the day we drowned the Marzanna, and they puffed up really nicely in an old bottle on my kitchen table. Catkins mean spring!
July 12th
When I was a little kid, my mom never let us drink sodas unless it was somebody's birthday or an equally momentous occasion. Consequently I drank a ridiculous amount of Coca Cola while in college. Then...I stopped. I don't remember whether it was a question of frugality or health, but barring special occasions and emergencies, for the last six years or so I've been drinking nothing but water.
Tastes damn good, too.
March 11th
But lo, what appeared before my very eyes as I cut the tail from the bulb: a secret treasure, a child coiled among the layers, like a skulking beetle or microscopic beast, to wit: an onion within the onion.
(then I chopped it up and ate it in a vegetable stew)
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