A Great Day For a Grass Fire
Sunday was a great day for a grass fire. No, not that kind of grass, although wildland fires can make your day go to pot. It’s that time of year. People get cabin fever, and […]
Tag: spring
The Fearless Deer of Pokagon
Deer are so common in Indiana that sometimes we forget they were once wiped out in the state. Now they’re back, wiping out cars instead, so you really don’t have to try to hard to […]
Shut the Outdoors
Spring is here, and pollen clouds the air. It reminds me—I’m not an outdoor person. Give me soft slippers, a good book, Netflix, dirty martinis, and a comfy sofa, and I’m as happy as […]
Hunting Mushrooms
I went out hunting mushrooms, a spore-t even I could succeed at. Kidding–I just stumbled across them by happy accident. (Literally stumbled across them, in one case.) I hate regular mushrooms. They taste like a […]
Indiana Winters, or: Why Aren’t We Living in Florida?
(Note: This was originally written on February 7th and then misplaced, which isn’t the first time. It was the beginning of what was overall a nice February—for Indiana. You all know how things changed in […]
A Flowery State Debate
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK Ah, spring! That time of year when we give up complaining about one set of annoyances, in favor of complaining about another set of annoyances. It’s kind of like the […]
What Kind of Idiot Goes the Speed Limit?
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK There was a time when I was the same reckless driver I now complain about. My first two cars were fast, and I liked to believe I was the stuntman […]
A Song of Spring
Spring is here, with fragrant flowers Wafting perfume here and there. Here I stand amid the bowers, Breathing the aromatic air. A tickle rises up my nose Stops and digs into my brain. I gasp […]
Bites, and Sniffles, and Other Joys of Spring
Spring makes me giddy, dizzy, my heart skips—or possibly, it’s my allergies. There’s no such thing as the perfect time of the year. Having said that, a bad day in summer is better than a […]
Changing of the Guard
Small seems an inadequate description of the closets in my vintage 1925 house. They’re just tiny. I guess people didn’t accumulate as much stuff in those days. Back then, a good portion of our population […]