So many people probably are aware of my war on dandelions and the gnome army that is alliance with them, thanks to the efforts of LZP. So many people are probably not and they are lucky. So stop reading now if you want to remain in that category.

If you want to delve into the history, you can type dandelion or gnome into the search slot and get more than enough. If you type in POW, you will see THIS.

But, anyway, spring is coming and both sides are preparing. I received this in the mail this morning from Himself, LZP.

 

 

 

 

Then on the back of the envelope:

 

 

 

 

This is part of the note:

 

 

 

 

This is what they will be listening to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, the Lawn Home Guard is practicing “Men of Harlech” and we have word that the Scottish Brigades are joining in – gotta love the bagpipes.

I call us girls because that’s what Mother called us: “You girls . . . ” This is what we were looking for last summer and I think Glenda really  may have found something  like it, and because I probably just glanced, I  agreed it was the real thing.

But this is it. This is THE cookbook – the one I tore the pictures out of when I was one and stacked them beside myself. Those pictures are stuffed back in there along with notes and gosh, I don’t know what. I haven’t opened it yet. I imagine Glenda should be the archeologist. I took a picture of it from the side also because I think that view captures the years of use more accurately.

Oh, on one sheet of paper that fell out I saw a list of names – Woodrow, Drake, Alexander. Sound familiar? And first names such as Parke and Trell and Al and Glen. I shoved it back in before I thought I should look at it more closely. Maybe it was a list of people who would be at a dinner and she was thinking of something they especially liked. I know Robert Allen was a cherry pie fan. In fact, I remember one Thanksgiving in Indianapolis Robert Allen was looming over the pie as it was brought it and the housekeeper shooed him away.

I don’t know why I remember that – maybe because I was pretty young and he was looking at that pie so intently it made me think perhaps the wolf in Red Riding Hood was real.

 

I am in no hurry to look out the door to the backyard; it is filled with caught in the snow stuff and dog debris. I need a hard freeze with no snow to clean it all out. That won’t be today, though. Which brings me to the question of what will be today. Ah, that’s a hard one. Der Bingle has to stay in Dayton this weekend to field potential work glitches, which works out with the rain since we were going to take the dogs on an outdoor adventure. Rose is not happy, however, for she stayed this week to bolster my spirits with the promise that a relief column would arrive with Der Bingle.

You’d think this was the Alamo to hear her lament about it.