Mom said, "Don't fry bacon naked". I can only wonder about the source of this advice, but some things are best left out of my imagination. And just cuz she said it, I had to do it. She was right, don't fry bacon naked... and now Mom is probably sizzling because I mentioned her.
I don't write about Mom much. She thinks anything on the web is forever and an invasion of privacy. Mostly I leave her be, but sometimes I poke her because it's kind of funny when she gets all perturbed about things. Happy birthday Mom :)
Also happy birthday to Richard, Timmy, Riley, Franz, Craig, John, Mary, Jessie, Nick... and whoever else is right about now, especially anybody I've forgotten. Seems like everybody was born around this time of year.
Now that Mom is hot and bothered, let me say she's the only thing that's hot around here. March coming "in like a lion and out like a lamb" is a blatant lie this year. It's actually snowing, and snowing a lot today and I'm just sick, sick, sick of it!!
In the spirit of naked bacon frying, the bad weather inspired me to get spring water and I was surprised to see that they were tapping maple trees this late in the year. Apparently trees know better than me to hope for warm weather. I snapped a couple of photos in the pre-snow icy rain then did the other most contrary thing I could think of which was to try out new cars while the snow started to fall. (A+ for German engineering in snow.)
I gave up my contrariness and went home to my puppy foot warmer and blankies and looked up the Maple Fest. I watched their slide show and thought "OMG is this Ohio!" The kind of Ohio I completely take for granted and mostly ignore, but I have to say that it feels happy and comfortable.
When I used to ride the school bus everyday, we went past Nash's farm at the top of the hill. I always knew when spring was coming because old man Nash tapped his trees in the front yard. I loved those trees. They burned a beautiful yellow, orange, red every fall and they were also the first signs of spring. Developers knocked them down to build McMansions. (sob)
Maybe I assume too much when I figure people outside Ohio know about tapping trees? Maple trees hibernate in the winter. When the trees sense spring coming, the sap inside starts to "run". A tap is hammered carefully into the tree, just past the bark, so that the running sap is caught in the end of the tap and funneled into a bucket, or these days, into tubing that feeds into a big plastic bladder.