The wife recognized me. "Your the girl who knocked on our door last year!" she smiled. No one has called me a "girl" in a good ten years. "The first cutting is always the best," she said. I told her that I still had a bit canned from last year, and she said that she does as well. I bet!
The smell of the fresh rhubarb stalks in the brown paper bag smelled so good, and even the smell of dandelions and daffodils didn't smell as much like spring as those freshly cut stalks. I'm so glad these nice people were able to put up with growing it for another year. By the time I got home that night, my car smelled delightful and I looked forward to my first canning session (or is that a jam session?) with the cheery optimism that returns to the kitchen each May year after year. Now, ask me about canning something in 5 months or so and my attitude will be waning right along with the harvest. But for now...
In the Garden: A gaping hole where a head of lettuce had been. It looks like something swooped down and carried it off. A vegetarian hawk, maybe?
A Lesson: How Not to Conduct a Business Phone Call
- Have loud music playing in the background.
- Don't identify yourself. Instead, ask "How are you today?" to which I will simply reply "fine" because I have no idea who you are.
- Ask me how to get your books into our library without identifying yourself as a author, distributor or publisher.
- Demand that we buy the book when I suggest donating a copy.
- Argue with me when I explain that purchased books must be ordered through our contracted distributor.
- Continue to argue with me when I explain that state law restricts how we can buy our media.
- Finally, reveal to me that you are a "publisher" who wants us to order from your "catalog."
- Never once turn down the music.