Last night at 10 he settled for some wild rice soup. This morning at breakfast I asked him to jot down a couple of things he'd like to eat in the next week. I was committed to take a break from spring activity and go to the grocery store to feed our track star. In his neatest writing, so we'd be sure to read it, he divided a sheet of paper into three categories. I need to start selling pencils.
Spring is the season for the surge in appetites.
Good and bad. Spring has us letting ourselves out for a good jaunt after confinement. A guy I know let his dog loose for the first time in months, and it disappeared into the woods like a bullet. It took him hours to find it. Equestrians will tell you to beware of that first outdoor ride of the season when even an old horse turns frisky and just might flick you off its back.