12/1/06 December dropped in on us today. So we think we know what's on deck from here on in: one reminder after another of why some seniors go South. I'll stick it out here, bow to winter, skip the biking on ice, which I used to think of as cross-country skiing on wheels.
Two days ago my 5-year-old grandson and I picked broccoli and Brussels sprouts in my garden. Now my remaining arrugula, chives, and Chinese greens are buried, and I have to hope that the sidewalks are walkable, despite the fact that Shorewood no longer plows them when the snow is deep. Growing seasons all over the world are about a week longer; this year was a record for me. I wonder how many records we're setting world wide. I just had the left-over Brussels sprouts for lunch, and now I'll test out the snow.
