or, Keeping Up the Momentum.
Yesterday we watched a white egret eat fish in the sun dappled shallows of Sweet Springs (which, when I was a kid, was known as 'Dead Man's Swamp'...that's gentrification for you). Rarely have I so regretted the lack of a camera. Although the hazy perception of memory may serve the subject better than a grainy cell phone snapshot.
There's a longer update to be gleaned from that outing, but I'm not sure I'll be able to do it justice before the timer expires on little alarm in my head that inspires me to write about this stuff.
For breakfast I made pancakes and we topped them with crazy artisinal Vermont Maple Syrup courtesy of Bobo's xmas present, and Lingonberry jam with Swedish flags on the label courtesy of Meek's deranged wannabe sea captain grandpa. Fuss liked it well enough.
It's nicely stormy today, so we're off to the library as a family. Later we may go yarn shopping- the pile of blankets and socks surrounding the couch ain't gonna knight and/or crochet itself, ya know!
Tonight, leek, potato & garlic soup.
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