Authority

The other day I was working at the mall store and there was a little boy, probably around 3 or 4, playing with the Schleich animal figures. He was making it impossible for people to walk by without stepping on a zebra or cow, so I went up and squatted down next to him and kindly asked him to either put the animals away or play with them at the table provided for that purpose.

You'd think that would have worked. When I was a kid I remember being completely mortified if some strange adult told me off. You get orders and such from your mother all the time, but if you do something someone else expresses disapproval of, you straighten up right quick. Or at least that's how I remember it.

But this kid... As soon as I had finished my question he looked at me in indignation and said to me "My mom can tell me that."

Luckily his mom was nearby to help out, because in this kid's eyes I had absolutely no authority.

"Well if you chew them up..."

Some weeks ago Grandma made brownies, and Grandma likes nuts in her brownies, unlike me. When I grumbled about the intruders in her perfectly chewy, chocolaty brownies she turned to me and said something along the lines of "Well if you chew them up, you won't notice them."

I'm still chuckling about it.

Spring Glories

The sights of spring in the yard.

Mountain Ash tree.

Grandma's garden(s).

The onion bed.

Primroses.

More primroses.

Daffodils.

Tulips yet to bloom.

Rose.

Salmon berry.

Blueberries.

Skunk cabbage.

False lily of the valley.

Water skipper bug. :)

Alder trees.

More salmon berry.

The baby ducks are out in the barn now. They've grown a lot.

Geraniums in the kitchen window.