Stretches of lawn
Breaking with tradition, I opted for a traditional breakfast this morning. Classic scrambled eggs with ham pieces; good to the last bite. The dog, who doesn’t appreciate how tasty an egg can be, watched sleepily. He won’t share his couch, but my food is usually much higher on his priority scale. Paw swatting higher.
The melt has started, and I can actually see stretches of lawn. How can I contain my optimism! Even though the same scenario has been on every year of my life, winter shrivels memory. That is, one forgets. I should see robins, any day now, if I take the time to look. And weeds.
This is also playoff season (except for the Leafs). While watching curling competitions from the repurposed Gardens, the idle question came up: had the cessation of winning occurred as a result of the team moving? Nope, they stopped winning almost a quarter century earlier. Another excuse, please.
Others (here) considered a trip to the local book show, but didn’t. There are other, less expensive distractions available. Maybe we are in the grip of a reading revolution. I did watch a news clip from earlier in the week; too many potential readers swarming the booths. Probably too noisy for reading.
Traditions depend on continuity, so here is the annual snow calendar. I know that someone, somewhere has been waiting. And yes, the blank space for 2010 is/was intentional… this time, five years ago, someone had stolen all the available snow. The crime went unsolved. A cold case. Old joke…
