Wordless Wednesday: We love spring
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It’s May, which means any day now a massive thunderstorm will form in Yoro, Honduras, pelting the region with heavy rain for hours. By the time the rain’s over, the ground will be covered in small, blind, silver fish. Locals call it the Lluvia de Peces (rain of fish). But why does it happen?
Shortly after being carried off by a wind gust on Michigan Avenue, The Eight-Year-Old naturally wanted to know whether Chicago really was the windiest city in America.
This winter, The Eight-Year-Old got into gardening in a big way. The timing was a bit unfortunate, seeing as how we live in Chicago. But we got her an amaryllis bulb, and let her take full responsibility for tending it in our sunroom.
Thanks to her on-again, off-again obsession with space, The Eight-Year-Old already knew that the modern definition of a blue moon is simply the second full moon in a given calendar month. But what she didn’t know is where the term “blue moon” came from. “Why do they call it a blue moon, Mommyo?”
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Our occasional round-up of the news tidbits that cross The Seven-Year-Old’s desk as well as a sampling of some of the books she’s been reading lately. This week, The Seven-Year-Old has been reading about tigers, elephants, bison, dragons, bullies, and girl detectives.
Just kidding. I took this photo late last summer in San Francisco. Can you tell I’m gritting my teeth to get through this last month without…
Our favorite four-year-old Norwood MA correspondent wrote us this week to ask whether Massachusetts had dinosaurs and, if so, where he could find them.