Harvestless
We have fruit trees in our back yard. We have three apple trees and a pear tree (but no partridge). The trees bear fruit or they don’t bear fruit; it generally depends upon the spring weather. If we get a freeze after the trees start blossoming, we’re unlikely to get fruit. If the weather stays warm, the trees will offer abundant apples and pears. This year, spring cooperated, and all of the trees got heavy with fruit. Until the fruit vanished. Seriously, it’s like a UFO landed in our backyard, aliens emerged, and took all of our fruit one night. The truth is, the fruit probably didn’t vanish overnight because I don’t look at the trees every day. But I recently took a tour of our backyard and noticed there wasn’t any fruit. “What happened to all of our apples and pears?” I asked Bill. He was stumped as well. Just then, a squirrel ran by with an apple in its mouth. I have my suspicions.

A New Sister
Our granddaughter Addie chose to go through Rush at CSU, with the goal of pledging a sorority. Though two of her grandmothers, her mother, and an aunt all were members of a sorority, she was keeping an open mind. “I want to really connect with whichever house I choose,” she told me. At the end of the rush period, she chose Kappa Delta, which happens to be the sorority of which I am a member. Since I quit school after my sophomore year, the sorority sort of went along the wayside. So I can’t really claim that my membership had anything to do with her decision, or the decision of Kappa Delta. She made her choice, and I’m certain she made a good one. I’m proud of my granddaughter, as I always am.

Float Like a Butterfly
Bill and I have been watching the Ken Burns special about Muhammed Ali this week on PBS. Bill has always been a fan of boxing. He recalls watching the Friday Night Fights with his dad, with his dad smoking a cigar in the TV room. Imagine. Bill, of course, has a particular interest in Ali now because of the Parkinson connection. Ali developed the progressive disease, likely from being hit in the head a thousand times. It was sad, but the good that came from it is that he gave a lot of money towards finding a cure. The special, by the way, is remarkable. Boxing is brutal, there’s no doubt about it. But watching how the man moved and ducked and easily beat his opponents is fascinating. I vaguely remember when he refused to go to Vietnam, but I was pretty young, so I didn’t pay much attention. I wish my dad was still alive because I would love to have his take on the whole situation. Anyway, I recommend the series.

Havest Moon
Shine on, shine on harvest moon up in the sky. I ain’t had no lovin’ since January, February, June or July. Snowtime ain’t no time to stay outdoors and spoon, so shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal! I have been enjoying the harvest moon we have had the past couple of days, though Bill and I haven’t been doing a lot spooning. The big full moon just reminds me that winter is around the bend. We had to put our comforter on the bed this week. Just sayin’…..

Ciao.