Lately, decadence takes the form of an ice cream sundae: sliced bananas, vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup and a pair of sugar cookies. Plain, simple, and fun to eat. I put the cookies in like ears, then lick off the ice cream and syrup. It’s like dipping, only the milk is frozen. Or I’ll wait ’til the very end, cookies sinking into melted chocolate-banana-cream. Then I smash the cookies to bits and scoop the whole mess up with my spoon.
6°C (42.8°F) Crabapples blooming. Cottonwoods so shiny they look wet. Maples wadded up like broccoli. Hostas like cabbage rolls. Oaks under clouds of gold moss. The woods’ lacy gray is turning solid green. Only the ash (leaves like green flames at each tip) and locust (just swollen green knobs) lag behind.