Look at this tomato! 24.8 oz!
Brandywine–my favorite.
–Simon
Misery
I love sweating. Really, few sensations top that of standing in the sun and feeling that stream of sweat run down my back and into my pants, or the deodorant in my armpits failing and causing a sticky feeling whenever I move. In the final death-throws of heatstroke, victims tear of their clothing in a state of agonized delirium, fatalistically surrendering to the elements. I understand why.
We went to the Ohio State Fair.
Not my thing, granted, but educational for the kid.
–Simon
Barrels of Fun
A couple years back I wrote about the last rain barrel, which in itself was a sequel to the fate of the first rain barrel, which was an acquisition of the Kentucky Bourbon Trail.
The in-laws got us another such barrel (though it be a wine barrel, technically), for Christmas. And with the sweltering and rather dry summer under way, I made…wait for it…another rain barrel!
And yes–the Blood Price was paid:
–Simon
Aeris Amare
Last month marked the official anniversary of Liz and my iron-clad bonds of matrimony. Or, in this case (being year 7), copper, according to the traditional anniversary gift theme.
As such, I was tasked to find the appropriate copper gift. And I decided upon something pseudo-useful and humorous. No, it wasn’t piping. It was a giant copper cock!
Also known as a rooster, of course. To fit the country theme of the below garden, or something. Okay, so it’s just kinda cool to have a weathervane and I hoped she’d like it.
She did. Here’s me testing it’s accuracy with a sole digit raised aloft to the heavens–or valiantly proclaiming something (“Aeris Amare!”):
–Simon
Luck
Falling somewhat behind on my posts over the holiday, I’m going to throw out one of those lazy “Here’s a random picture with some commentary” posts.
Behold:
I’ve never seen a five-leaf clover.
The internet tells me it’s called a “Rose Clover”, and will bring me wealth. Woohoo!
–Simon