Good Thing Cats Don’t Like Strawberries in Everyday Ramblings

This iris was in a random suburban yard near a shady spot in the parking lot down the hill and across the busy street from where we went birding on Thursday.

The powers that be are doing a massive water retention and restoration project out there as well as revamping the actual wildlife area parking lot and visitor center. It has been going on since we have been going there. They are almost finished. We will miss the friendly traffic director guy who has been out there in all seasons getting everybody safely organized.

I love the shape and texture of this particular flower. We had iris like this growing up and Kes and I had a nostalgic moment in the bright morning remembering spring when we were kids, that wonderful freedom of healthy energy and unstructured days. She is retired of course but there are obligations we have when we are older that just weren’t there when she would blindfold my brother and I and pack us into the wheelbarrow and take us on journeys of earthy delights using fabrics and spices and sound effects all without leaving the backyard.

She was a wonderful storyteller even then. I watched an interesting interview with Jo Nesbo on Charlie Rose from last week yesterday and he talks about how for him everything is about telling a story. In music, his mysteries, movies or television. I am not sure I would like his books, they sound very dark but I got a sample of the first one.

Yesterday morning I managed to get to the farmers market just after the opening bell and I am so glad I did. I got a box of just picked fresher than fresh bursting with flavor sweet strawberries. First of the season and worth standing in line for. They were going to sell out within two hours. Talk about your earthly delights! And one I didn’t need to share with Sammy.

I also splurged and bought a mason jar full of local honey. Peach blossom honey. For my caffeine needs I am drinking more green tea and I am sweetening the iced version with a little agave and honey mixed. I also picked up a French Peppermint plant. It is so much better, if I have the time, to make my own rather than drinking store bought, which is so sweet.

My oldest sister’s surgery is scheduled this coming Wednesday. It is amazing how her surgery is affecting us all. She had the colostomy bag fitting this week and it was not a pleasant experience as you can imagine.

It seems like to have a successful and graceful run of it in these later years one just plain has to face things head on and accept the unacceptable.

It is a tempering. “A habit of mind, especially with respect to irritability or patience, outbursts of anger, or the like; disposition: an even temper.”

Sweet sun warmed strawberries do help though. :)