Let the Summer games commence!

Yep, Spring is officially over.  Those sticklers that say Summer doesn’t start until June 21 are full of crap- when I have to start mowing every two days, Summer in is the hizzy.  Speaking of which, mowing is not the chore it once was around here.  You might recall my adherence to the mowers of simpler times, and true to my word, I do not use a gas-powered mower.  Instead, I bought a Craftsman battery-powered mower, which dispatches weed and grass with vigor.

Less time mowing means more time gardening, which is one of the most civilized things I do.  Growing and caring for plants, observing which species do well in what conditions, and enjoying the results is an experience unparalleled in daily life.  Currently, the star of the show is my rose bush.  It was a gift from my folks after we finished the patio, and in two years it has grown enormous, with a fragrance that lifts my heart whenever I walk by.  It also stabs me mercilessly when I try to trim off old buds.

Other than that, the regular flowers and vegetables will be appearing this year.  I’m gonna grow hops, as well, but they won’t be planted until Fall.

Roses creeping up on April from behind
Roses creeping up on April from behind

Driving through Corn country

I’ve been on the road alot lately.  Last weekend I went to a small-town wedding, which gave me the opportunity to see the pleasures of small-town life, like driving your lawn mower into the gas station for lunch, and parking your horse trailer next to your mobile home.  The reception was in Burlington, Iowa- a railroad town, if anything, but with a number of pleasant surprises.  Ape and I stayed at the Squirrel’s Nest Inn, a B&B overlooking the muddy Mississipp.  The room was comfy, but the fresh-baked cookies put this place over the top.  Stay there if you get the chance!

This trip stood in sharp contrast to the next journey, which was a work trip to Dublin, Ohio.  On the way to Burlington, we took two-lane roads that shamboled through pastures and fields.  The road to Dublin was straight, narrow, and dull.  It was, however, fast.  I covered 400 miles in about 6.5 hours, stopping only once for some nourishment.  I pulled off in Mt. Comfort, Indiana, and found that the restaurants available to me were Burger King, McDonald’s, Wendy’s, and Subway.  Since none of these meet my criteria for nourishment, I bought some granola bars in the gas station and motored on.

Dublin rests in the northwest corner of Columbus, and feels like a small town in spite of it’s surroundings.  Highly recommended eats include La Chatelaine, a french restaurant, and Jeni’s, an ice cream place.  It’s worth mentioning that Jeni’s can be ordered online, and the Pistachio & Honey ice cream is superb.

What’s really fun about driving in the Midwest is the town names- I can truthfully say I saw London, Paris, Dublin, New Dehli, and I was near Troy, Venice, and hope to get to Athens when I go see my folks.  Beat that, Carmen SanDiego.