One of the used books I bought at the Twin Cities Book Festival was Ernest Hemingway’s “The Old Man and the Sea.” It is a 1952 softcover copy that has a slight whiff of incense to it. I have not read a lot of Hemingway during my lifetime, maybe one other book in college. I’ve never been drawn to his books, though I couldn’t say why. Until I read this. Seriously, this is the saddest…
See that pink fuzzy critter in the middle of this dried oak leaf? I thought it was some form of caterpillar cocoon. Some, nice cozy home out of which a butterfly or moth would hatch, with the fuzzy form being suitably appropriate to our Minnesota winters. Ha! I was close, but no cigar. This is a gall. Galls are formed by the activity of insects or mites on plants, including oak leaves, however, the galls…
I had to chide my husband Erik today after we received this piece of mail: “Who’s Lillian?” I asked. From the language in the mailer, it’s obvious the advertiser is aiming to encourage my husband to spark some romance through the purchase of jewelry. “From the moment you first met her, you knew you were destined for each other. This Christmas, express the depth of your eternal bond with a pendant that truly celebrates your…