Autobiographical Corner
Whew, a great weekend ahead of me. Why? I have the house to myself. Marie and The Seven left for a weekend of bird watching. Yes, bird watching. I might read Etienne Gilson, G.K. Chesterton, and (starting shortly) Karl Popper, but, relative to my birding family, I ain't a nerd.
I tried "Bird Camp" three times, and I could never figure why exactly I was there . . . or anybody was there, for that matter. Oh well. I've become a firm believer in the maxim, "to each their own." If people want to bird watch, great. Just extend the same generosity of spirit when I retire to my room with a book.
Speaking of birds: Last Saturday, my son Jack (15) was getting confirmed. Before we left for the Confirmation Mass, we took him into the front yard for pictures. During the pictures, a morning dove lit upon a tree branch a little above and behind Jack's head. None of us had ever seen a morning dove in our neighborhood and, quite frankly, in our town (to the best of our collective memory). Call it coincidence, but wow, whatta coincidence.
Garden Corner
The garden is going very well. I typically pull virtually nothing out of the garden before Memorial Day, but this year I've gotten a lot of spinach, a few pints of strawberries, a lot of spices, a few peas, and a little bit of chard. I also think I'll get kale, blackberries, currants, raspberries, and grape tomatoes before the end of June.
