Wry observation

Friday afternoon is not the time to go to the gym if you are tall, not tan, nearing 30, and not particularly perky. It appears that between 2:30 and 3:30 PM is work-out time for the entire UCA cheer squad. Huh.

Canning madness

On Tuesday I picked apples and peaches. Today, I am going to try canning them. I have canned before, with Mom, but never on my own. For peaches and applesauce it seems pretty easy, almost fool-proof. We shall see. Pictures will be forthcoming, both of the picking expedition and the canning, when I get around to firing up Benjamin's computer and taking them off the camera.

Grasshopper memories

This little green grasshopper was resting on my catnip plant yesterday morning. I love grasshoppers - especially trying to catch them. When I was small and Mom and I would visit my great-grandfather at his farm in Nebraska, he and I would go out and catch them. He would point them out with his cane, and I would pounce on them. I always loved fluttery feeling of a grasshopper in your hand, trying to escape. I would usually let them go - the thrill was in the catch more than anything. I still get that thrill - on our recent hike I managed to catch a couple, although I seem to have slowed down and am no longer so close to the ground as I was at 7.