Mother, Sis, and Bro drove to the City to visit me yesterday.
They brought with them an impressive basket of victuals: apples, oranges, chocolate bunnies, marshmallow chicks, apple-flavored candy grass, applesauce, chestnut spread, Petits Écoliers...
We spent the day eating, walking around campus, and talking. Bro discovered a very large snapping turtle in the Turtle Pond. I had no idea it was there before, it is so slow and so completely blended with the algae that you can barely see it.
It's a long way from the hunts around the farm as a child, where the bells hid eggs for me to find, in the trees and shoes and between the stones of the old wall, when the aunts and uncles and cousins gathered to go to church and then ate lunch on a big table outside, but it was a beautiful day.
They brought with them an impressive basket of victuals: apples, oranges, chocolate bunnies, marshmallow chicks, apple-flavored candy grass, applesauce, chestnut spread, Petits Écoliers...
We spent the day eating, walking around campus, and talking. Bro discovered a very large snapping turtle in the Turtle Pond. I had no idea it was there before, it is so slow and so completely blended with the algae that you can barely see it.
It's a long way from the hunts around the farm as a child, where the bells hid eggs for me to find, in the trees and shoes and between the stones of the old wall, when the aunts and uncles and cousins gathered to go to church and then ate lunch on a big table outside, but it was a beautiful day.
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A family visit. Biscuits to die for. Chesnut spread. A Good Day then. Amused by the idea of bells hiding eggs though. At least a bunny is an animate object.
Don't be fooled - snappers can move plenty fast when motivated! Keep any body parts of which you're fond well away from the front half of such beasts.
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We used to have a juvenile snapper named Franklin in a tank in my seventh-grade Life Science class. His tankmate was a largish goldfish by the creative name of Mr. Fish. One day, Franklin refused to eat his turtle pellet. We we afraid he would starve until, one morning, Mr. Fish was gone and Franklin had a very smug look on his face! From then on, we collected quarters in a jar to buy goldfish, and if we had behaved well we got to feed Franklin a goldfish at the end of class.
He went home to someone's garden pond at the end of the year, where I now hear he has attained the size of a small car (That may be slightly exaggerated.)
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