And my thoughts are, indeed, random this week.
1.) Beginning January 1, I started eating a little healthier. Up until then, I rarely ate any fruit. Recently, I discovered Ambrosia Apples. And I am smitten. Not only are they pretty, but they are sooooooo good. I researched and learned that they’re grown in British Columbia. You can’t buy an Ambrosia Apple Tree, as they are only to be grown commercially. I’m already dreading the day I can’t find them in my local supermarket.
2.) Today, I’d like to introduce you to a brand new blogger. It just so happens that I’ve known the author for (clears throat) many years. One of his hobbies is genealogy, so that may be the main focus of his blog. But he also hopes to relate some stories of growing up in the little town of Smithfield. His name is Donnie, his blog is Skeletons In The Closet, and I hope you’ll pay him a visit. “Tell him I sent ya.”
3.) Although I’ve seen a couple of birds enjoying the bird feeder, it seems that squirrels have been the most frequent customers. I snapped this picture through the kitchen window a couple of mornings ago of one of them doing a balancing act on top of the shepherd’s hook. (My racing flag for the Daytona 500 has since been replaced by one to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.)
4.) Sundae apparently took offense at Gypsy enjoying the spotlight here in Wednesday’s post. So Sundae decided that she needed to do something exciting enough to get some blog time. This took place on top of our old roll-top desk, the top of which is less than a foot wide. And the space between these two miniature (salesman sample/doll) dressers is a little more than six inches. Please disregard all the clutter in those little cubby-holes; apparently, such is the way of roll-top desks no matter how determined the owner is to not let that happen.
5.) And finally, an impromptu dinner with a friend last night had Motor Man and me traveling through my old hometown. Although I’m in that area quite often, it’s rarely at night. Our return trip was after dark, and as we passed by what was once my Grandmother’s store, my thoughts turned to so many childhood evenings spent there. It seemed that there were always aunts, uncles and cousins gathered in the storefront around an old stove, laughing, talking and sharing stories. So many memories within those old walls……sigh.
Care to share your randomness today?
~These Days Of Mine~
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