Tuesday, May 27, 2014


Spitbugs are something I remember from my childhood in Pennsylvania....running through the field behind our house and having my legs 'spat upon' by these little guys (gals) who lay their eggs in what looks like saliva.  You can read about spitbugs if you click here.

Haiku are taking a break until I return to Belgrade!


 They say young and small  OYSTER MUSHROOMS  taste best, but I hardly ever see anything but the big ones. They're still good.....