And first harvest from the cemetery garden in 2014! Sam planted these radishes, in the firm belief that she will like foods that she herself grows. (She hasn’t traditionally been a big fan of the radish). She did eat the whole thing in a salad. I must admit that I was pretty darn excited to eat radishes tonight, too. I know– radishes? But there really is something magical about putting a seed in the dirt and then pulling food out a few weeks later. Even if the food is, you know, not chocolate, but radishes.
Emma Bear is ready to hit the road for Virginia.
Sam and Granddaddy compose a poem while relaxing in a replica of Henry David Thoreau’s cabin at Tyler Arboretum.
Happy Birthday, AC!
My awesome next-door neighbor gave me some tomato, pepper and herb starts that she wasn’t going to use, and also lent me her cold-frame, so the plants could get sunlight but stay out of the wind and cold (we’re back to near freezing temperatures again at night!) The cold frame is really impressive– with the window shut it got close to 90 degrees in there. Too hot for these tender plants. With the window propped open and some blanket-shade, I was able to maintain 75 degrees during the day (when our highs reached only 50). I may have to persuade AC to build me one of these (hint, hint.)
Sam has schooled her friends in the proper way to pose for the camera.
The Return Trip:
1. Car to train station in Champaign.
2. Train to Chicago (3 hours)
Lunch in Chicago (Indian — yum)
3. Walk to “L” train.
4. “L” train till they kick us off because they’re working on the tracks & put us on a shuttle.
5. Shuttle to “L” train station farther down the line.
6. “L” train to airport.
7. Airplane to DC.
8. Flight home DC to Cville canceled. Shuttle to baggage claim & ground transportation.
9. Shuttle to car rental lots.
10. Rental car to home (2 hours).
For all of that, it feels like we should’ve traveled MUCH farther than we actually did.
OK, so it’s mostly Lyingdowngrass at this point in the season, but still, we got a feel for how tall it will be when it’s up and waving its amber grains. This was a treat for me and Sam, as we are in a full-blown Laura Ingalls Wilder obsession.
After a pretty good night’s sleep in the sleeper car, we had breakfast in the dining car while the train trundled through Indiana. Indiana in the early morning struck us as foggy and flat.
Grand-mère treated us to an adventure this spring: an overnight train on the sleeper car from DC to Chicago (and eventually to Champaign, IL for a family reunion.) First leg: train to DC and an afternoon on the Mall and Smithsonian.
Our Stella Cherry tree is starting to bloom!
A few days ago Sam started calling the new kitten in town Stormy, but today he appeared in our yard bearing a collar with the name “Shakim.” He’ll always be Stormy to us. The bruiser next to him in the tulip bed is Brother, another of Sam’s beloved neighborhood cats, also named by her.
A local church group of Kenyan teenagers came and joined our family soccer night with Westcity Soccer. If we play with them again, I am hoping to pick up some Swahili. I especially need to learn how to say, “I’m open– pass me the ball!” They were pretty wary of passing to the slow, middle-aged lady on the field. With good reason