Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? If wasn’t the Lesser Goldfinch, was it the gopher?
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? Was it the squirrel on the fence, the goldfinch on the sunflower plant, the gopher in his burrow, or the rabbit on the back deck?
Recently I’ve realized that the only thing worse for my mental health than Political Twitter is Coronavirus Twitter. To cheer myself up, I’ve started reading post-apocalyptic dystopian novels. I haven’t read that many yet, but I have read enough to notice that the just-in-time food supply rarely survives the first few chapters. That made me wonder… what if my best strategy for surviving an apocalypse is not merely to stockpile food, but to learn how to grow it?
While watching the election returns out of Kentucky this past week, I found myself wondering what the public art looked like over there. Turns out, Frankfort, Kentucky boasts one of the world’s most interesting and kid-friendly open-air sculpture gardens.
I was shocked to learn that Darwin didn’t believe dogs were descended from wolves. I had just assumed that the idea came from him. Learning it didn’t has me questioning all kinds of things — like do scientists think dogs are related to wolves at all?
Public art you can run around in is the best kind of public art. This week, my daughter explores Whiplash by Patrick Dougherty.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
A little birdie told me this morning that it was past time for me to commit a random act of blogging. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
While swinging on the swing set one blissful afternoon, The Twelve-Year-Old noticed a furry beast with a rather fine set of long yellow teeth staring at her from his burrow. Naturally she wanted to know what was watching her. “Mommyo is that weird beastie a mole, vole, or gopher?”
It wouldn’t be summer if we didn’t post at least one lizard pic here on Caterpickles. With school starting this week, we cut it a bit close this year.