This tree knows nothing but optimism.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Day: April 11, 2020
Caveat: Purplish Propensities
As seems to arise on a regular basis, I developed a craving for borshch. I happened to see some beets among the vegetables at the store on Thursday, so I took a piece of beef that Dean and Pam had brought to us last summer out of the freezer and made some borshch this morning in the slow cooker.
Meanwhile I keep trying to fix the old broken links in this here blog. But I don’t have a vast amount of patience for that project, sometimes.
Caveat: Poem #1350 “What the stones do”
ㅁ The stones deceive. They lie in wait. They sleep. A road goes past, and cars and trucks don't see.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).