Sunday, April 21, 2013

R is for Racecar, Rhubarb & Rabbit

R is for:

Racecar, here is my husband, Scott @ Monadnock Speedway 4/20/13, photos courtesy of Chip Cormie. My boys have a grand 'ole time getting ready for and going to the track! For those not familiar with auto racing, this is called a modified, and the division he competes in is "Sportsman Modifieds"


 Rhubarb, I really like rhubarb, and am pretty happy it seems to be coming in well this year! We make rhubarb crisp, and strawberry-rhubarb pies, and brownies. What do you like to make with rhubarb?

It's nice to be out in the garden, clearing up weeds and dead leaves, seeing what is coming up in the perennial beds. The miserable black flies aren't out here yet, but the darn ticks sure are. Found one on my tank top when I came inside to change, they are so icky, and the fear of Lyme Disease is ever present. Ticks weren't around here when I was a kid, these daily "tick checks" from now until winter are really a drag.
Rabbit, this is Wind, who technically belongs to my daughter - but responsibility also falls on yours truly. He is a sweet little thing, quite small and very friendly. Wind is wonderful to snuggle with in the recliner, or watch him play out on the floor with his toys. She named him Wind because he was pretty quick when he was a baby, and slipped through your hands, and was the color of a stormy, windy sky. Rabbits are great pets, and like most animals, the more time you spend with them, the better pet they become.


R could also be for roadside clean-up, another Saturday activity organized by the Conservation Commission in our town. Volunteers pick up trash & recycling thrown out by careless people, trash strewn areas look terrible and are bad for the environment - why do people litter? It would appear many of them throw out beer can and bottles in the hopes of not being caught with the evidence of drinking and driving - again, why do people act this way, with deliberate negligence? I wonder how many Americans outraged by the bombings in Boston, have driven drunk before? (don't get me wrong, the Boston thing was horrible, and senseless)

On that note, I need to go get some rest! Didn't mean to leave you on a bummer - think fun, think growing plants & food, think snugly bunnies!

8 comments:

  1. Wonderful example of R words. great to read. and pictures good to look at.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thanks Yvonne (I've always loved that name!) too indecisive to choose one R

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  2. That race car thing is awesome.

    The other day, while stopped at a traffic light in the heart of Orlando, I watched someone roll down their car window and drop a fast food bag FILLED with trash onto the street. It thumped and sat there like a giant white guilt bomb. My jaw hit the floor. I was like, "Wait, did I magically get transported to some other country, because people don't just throw trash in the street like that's what you're supposed to do." Well, apparently they do. Surprise, surprise, we're still living in the dark ages, folks!

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    1. LOL the car is pretty cool, it's loud and fast & fun to watch, I keep bugging him I want to try it out, not race it, but drive it - it's too low to go down our dirt, bumpy driveway

      Sad those same people throw their trash on the movie theater floor, and under the bleachers at games -- grrrr

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  3. rhubarb pie and juice and yoghurt...mhmm it is soo tasty. we used to have rhubarb behind the house and we would just nom while playing.

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  4. Great R post! The bunny is adorable, and rhubarb pie sounds yummy. I did my roadside clean-up. Woohoo!

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  5. Never like going to the races with my husband, though, we have lots of bunnies throughout the years.

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  6. I have a great rhubarb slush recipe.. and lunar rhubarb cake is awesome. I do love rhubarb! I'm with you on the ticks..seems there are more out this season than ever where we live!
    Great post! Thanks for visiting my blog! Glad I found yours!

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