There's a certain "earthy" decay to the heap and yet a sense of abundant life. Of course a compost heap is something most would overlook. Those who play in the dirt know it for it's place in the life cycle of a garden.
Guess you're bound to be one of them unless you're suggesting you're standing in the back row. Seriously, I too, think you're the one front and center.
Hi. We've one more type to bake tomorrow. I call them "junk" cookies but their actually called Jubilee Jumbles. It's the batch that would put the last odds and ends in. Last year we used dried cranberries, orange and pecans. This year we have leftover shredded coconut, orange zest, pineapple and pecans. The basic recipe is a soft buttermilk sugar cookie.
Jimmy may not have laid it out for him but Sawyer seems to have a firm grasp of the danger coming with the full moon. Now if only he can lance that "boil".
It seems Jimmy was presented as a "delta" but would have become a "beta" in time. I suspect he had/has the potential with additional time to become an "alpha" but you don't tell an adolescent that one day he will be "King of the Hill" or you get something like Fergus.
G'day y'all. Another bright and chilly day is dawning. It's just a bit above freezing just like yesterday. Seems we're on a slight roller coaster. Temps drop below "normal" for a day or two, then warm to said normal for a day or two before rising above normal for a couple days before repeating the cycle.
Mum and I are almost finished baking cookies. We should be done tomorrow or Friday. This morning I'll take advantage of the weather to make the last couple batches of peanut brittle.
My son and dil had been thinking of coming to visit between Christmas and New Years but last night we talked with Jon and asked them to stay in PA. We would really like to see them. I saw them in Oct but mum hasn't seen them in over a year. With COVID we just don't think it's safe for any of us for them to travel here.