Frustrated that the bulk apples I purchased had many bad spots and were too sour to eat, annoyed at the one lonely pie crust in the fridge that always gets in the way of the other containers (yes, the pie crust is the scapegoat of my fridge), 'cause I just wasn't in the mood for another one-shell pumpkin pie, the two delinquents got thrown at each other to make a rustic pie. Take that.
Spring mud, couldn't go much farther even with 4-wheel drive. We saw a moose that day, they aren't very common in that particular area near Deer Lodge. Also, snow falling on the mountains, a reminder that we shouldn't pack away the hats and gloves just yet. After three consecutive days with all the windows open, outdoors time without coats on, lying in the grass and pulling dead stuff from the flower bed the windows are closed again, we are waiting on snow. I'm a bit depressed by this, but will make the most of it by cooking up a pot of stew, probably the last of the season.
Anne, doing a little dance on top of a dry ice tornado simulator. As soon as a new tornado would form she would dance dance dance it away.