Monday, February 25, 2013

Daffy!



I am crazy nuts over the prospect of Spring. It is probably the Oregon coastal winter, which tends to be extremely dreary, that causes the intensity of excitement engendered by a warming sun and blue sky. In the middle of winter begins the search for the first signs of the coming warmth: tough little spikes of grey-green pushing up through the grass. Our daffodils!

We don't have the neatly-planted, well-tamed rows of bulbs favored by enthusiastic gardeners. Our daffodils are tough little survivors, feral bulbs escaped from once-tended beds. They've reverted to a double-throated variety and now shove their way past roots and rocks, muscling through thick turf and last season's dead grasses. They reach for what small bit of sun is here and bloom despite wind, rain and hail.

Daffodils of any kind are lovely, from the delicate miniatures to enormous bells of white with orange or peach colored cups… but I favor our tough individuals rushing the seasons and promising winter's end.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Sweets


I got into a discussion with an online acquaintance recently about treats we recalled from our childhoods. He was noting the possible reintroduction of the Twinkie - one of my husband's favorite youthful sweets. I replied to his post with mention of my personal choice from long ago: The Seven Up candy bar.

In my middle grade school years we lived in a neighborhood where school and store were close-by. Up until that time I'd been in the countryside where a bus took me to school and no store was within walking distance. What a world-opening experience it was to have only two blocks to go to delve into the world of comic books, cheap toys, and candy!

I was a solitary kid and probably a bit stranger than the Mickey Mouse and Superman crowd. I spent my money on Classic Comics. And where the other kids bought Double Bubble, Hershey's, and the ubiquitous Twinkies, I saved my nickels for Seven Up.

Seven Up… it was a candy store in one bar. It had cherry, caramel, coconut, jelly, maple, fudge, and Brazil nut centers all stuck together in one bar covered with chocolate. I would carefully parcel it out to myself happily feeling that I had scored seven pieces of candy while other kids had only one. My sweet tooth was happy and though my waistline paid a price I had the comfort food my life craved, no longer manufactured or I'd surely be indulging on occasion!



How about you? Was there a chosen candy in your childhood? Ho-ho's? Banana Dreams? Turkish Taffy? Junior Mints?

Friday, February 8, 2013

Why is it that one tends to find errors AFTER a post? Himself points out that Ms. Etherton's first name is spelled "Ginney"... which I should have known since I was looking at my Kindle as I wrote. Would just change the post but it has already been shared elsewhere so instead I will offer apologies and admit I am my own worst editor!


Noted NorthWet author Ginny Etherton appeared at a local event recently to sign autographs for the latest in her series of books featuring golf caddie Lainey Tidwell. I've read both of her books: Looping for Love, and Looping in Limbo - and enjoyed them a lot. Ginny sure knows how to describe the ambiance of the area in which I live!

Since I have both books on my Kindle I brought it with me to have Ginny sign it. That is the trouble with non-dead-tree books. They aren't very easy to autograph. But Ms. Etherton is a sport and with a smile affixed her moniker to the Kindle. I wonder if she is the first author to sign one?