Monday Meanderings

We solved the problem of restocking the Finch's feed sock every two days. We got a feed station with two looong socks and a reservoir on top to keep the thistle seed coming. It holds 4 quarts of seed! Now if we could only find something like that for the songbird feeder. They can empty that one in 3 or 4 days.

We had watermelon with our supper tonight and that got me to thinking about how watermelon has always been such a great part of summertime. These days there's not much, food-wise, that's absolutely seasonal; you can get pretty much whatever you want anytime you want it, shipped semi-fresh from Lower Slobovia or some other exotic and expensive place where that product is currently in season. Or was when it was shipped. But watermelon is meant to be eaten in the summertime.

It's a faulty memory of course, but I don't think you bought watermelon at the grocery store when I was a boy. You drove up to the fruit stand on North Breckenridge Ave and bought them there. If you wanted to pay more there were cold ones floating in a big metal stock tank, bumping against 50 pound blocks of ice. There were tables where you could eat them there - the man would split them open for you. You had to bring your own utensils, or you could slice them thin and let the juice run down your chin. But don't swallow the seeds.

And speaking of summertime - heat index above 105 the next couple of days. Gotta love it.

And the protest continues, though we did see her carrying her sign, bucket (for sitting) and umbrella up the street at mid-afternoon yesterday. Don't know if it was too hot, or she was taking Mother's day off. Got to find someone who speaks Vietnamese.