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Monday, June 21, 2010

Blogger Math (June 21, 2010)

I’m laughing about my blogging pattern. In the last few days I’ve become a blogging fool: this is my 4th blog in 4 days. As of four days ago, I’d blogged exactly 5 times in the last 6 months: once a month, except for February, when there were zero blogs. I’m guessing that my infrequency in blogging has a lot to do with the fact that 6 months ago I had my third child. Something about the numbers does support my theory: 3 kids, 1 million diapers changed, 782 messes cleaned, 418 crises managed, 53 trips to the supermarket, 1100 miles carpooled, 6 months, 5 blogs. I call it Blogging Math. This combination of factors will produce a number of blogs per month equal to or smaller than the number of full moons per month. (Still following me? I may be mixing metaphors but I think it works…) I just love my wacky pattern of few blogs, then tons. Must ask mathematician Dad for his thoughts on these clusters…

Farm Sweet Home (June 21, 2010)

We love our farm. Our farm is in the suburbs, beside the driveway, between our house and the neighbor’s fence, and next to the garage. So maybe it’s not how most farms are laid-out. And maybe it’s not really a farm! But I’m feeling all gung-ho because today the first two peaches of the season fell off one of our trees. They’re both ripe and so our peach season officially has begun.

In 21st-centry America, most people get their produce from a grocery store. We’re no exception. When you choose fruit at the store, you know it was grown somewhere, but you don’t see it happen. So it’s exciting to bear witness to the process. Each spring we see our trees put forth their first tiny green leaves and in the summer we watch as doll-sized fruit becomes bigger, more colorful and eventually, ready for picking. It’s easy to get fruit from the store, but it’s gratifying to pick it yourself, at home. The first two peaches to jump off the tree are yellowish-orange-colored, between a golf ball and tennis ball in size, and they smell sweet. Is it a coincidence that they ripened and left the tree on the first official day of summer? Who knows? But it sure feels like summer is here….

Friday, June 18, 2010

Isn't That Where Everyone Keeps it? (June 18, 2010)

It seems I was a little distracted recently (for about the last six years, if you want to be technical). In cleaning up one morning, I may have put things into cabinets (okay, ROOMS) where they don't usually reside...

Hey, life is going to be full of wacky moments. I might as well laugh about it!

Ahh, the Simple Pleasures (June 18, 2010)

Today I cut into a perfectly ripe, gorgeous pineapple. It was just the right combination of sweet and tart, and I was inspired to blog about it. Not all blog pieces need to be about the milestones in life. It's about whatever inspires you at the time....

When I picked out the pineapple at Costco I thought it had potential because I sniffed it and didn't smell much. In the past I've picked ones that smelled great. But I've learned the hard way that if your pineapple smells really ripe in the store, it's already starting to rot.

Eating a piece of beautifully ripe pineapple is one of life's simple joys. A blog piece in its honor seemed appropriate. After all, life is about the small moments that make you happy....