No, not sick of salads! The recent sunny days interspersed with rainfall have made the lettuce do what it does about this time every year -- bounce into glorious, ruffle-headed life. If it weren't so sandy-muddy from the rain and the shovel-wielding children, I'd eat it standing in the garden. Maybe. . . mulch next year? anything to keep the splashy sand out of the inside of my beloved Tom Thumb headlets. I had to toss the Tom Thumb from my book club salad because I just couldn't get it clean:
So I wash carefully and have a salad for lunch, but often not one for dinner because I'm wiped out, because I'm not sleeping because sick children still wake their parents up at night even when they're getting to be big little kids.
He looks to me as though I've set him out for recycling. A lot of today was spent asleep, and he seems to still need it. I have my fingers crossed that there are no sore ears or throats tonight, and I will make enough salad for two meals tomorrow.
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