Snapshots

It hailed at our house this week.

Tuesday of this week was Free Cone Day at Ben and Jerry's. Here's how close we came to actually getting one. Yeah, that truck is driving away :-\

You can now forego actually dying your own Easter eggs. I don't know . . . this may go right up there with the artificial Christmas tree.

I haven't met our local grocery Chef, but I wonder is he/she suggesting with this sign that we 'hide and find' or just 'peel and eat'?

This reminds me of a story . . .

Before we moved to Belgium, we would spend Thanksgiving at the beach in Florida. First it was just the four of us, then for the last several trips, Jim's parents (MM&P) and the Andersons (JimA & DebB) joined us. It was great fun and I look forward to doing it again.

JimA is a good cook and often prepared breakfast for all of us at the beach house. We all eat eggs - well, all of us, but Ross. He's not a real fan of eggs or egg dishes. One morning JimA was cooking eggs and asked "Ross, how do you like your eggs?" Without hesitation, Ross said "Baked in a pound cake."

Classic.

This is the strawberry stand at the Farmer's Market. Fresh Belgian strawberries and they will dip them in Belgian chocolate for you right there!

Just a few maps of Belgium/Belgien/Belgique . . . You really can't have too many names for the same place.

Olijven!

Did you know an olive tree is about 5 years old before it produces fruit, but a tree can live and produce fruit for 500 years or longer?!

Olive trees are kind of common here, but I have yet to see one with an olive on it. Jim says it isn't warm enough here. Warm enough to live, just not warm enough to make an olive.

The roots are very strange on these trees. This is a picture of the oldest olive tree. It's in Crete, Greece. It still produces olives and its age is estimated at around 4,000 years.

I'm always looking for interesting ideas for holiday decorating.

This house is around the corner from our house and I walk by here sometimes.

See that little figure in the bottom window?

Can't see it?

Closer?

There.

Been wondering what to do with that glycerin chihuahua in your picture window?

Wonder no more.