I went with a grilled cheese sammich a few minutes ago. It was perfect, just the right golden tones.
Now that I’ve scraped 2 pounds of mud off my boots-I opened a can of water packed tuna, picked a few leaves of the spring greens growing in the yard, cut up some green onion, 1/2 of a cucumber, a small tomato. a spritz of vinagrette, a pinch of lemon pepper, a bit of stone ground mustard and stirred the whole mess together-it is pretty tasty-wish I’d thought to boil and slice an egg for it, though...
How can you not like the only sandwich with the butter on the outside?
At 7 this morning I was hiking in the woods about 1/2 mile away, enjoying the mist, silence and solitude-until I heard a screech that chilled my blood. No, not a mountain lion-a peacock-and when I stepped out of the forest to have a look, there he was, proud and loud, perched on the windmill belonging to a neighbor up the hill.
That neighbor recently put a higher fence around their yard, and now I know why-they had a few peafowl until about a year ago, and most of us had almost gotten used to the nocturnal screeching, when some enterprising varmints got over the fence and dragged them off one by one. The quiet was nice, but with the raising of the fence and the restocking of the birds, I suppose I’d better get used to “raaaghaaaaaa” shattering the night and early morning hours once more...