My parents are finally in the fields planting corn, after much ill-timed rain and a couple of cold snaps. And my little boy is nutso for tractors... the real ones. He screamed and pointed an angry finger at me yesterday when my mother drove one of them out of the driveway and he was no longer able to stare at it out the window while he ate his breakfast. Luckily, he was placated enough by one of his toy tractors to forgive me and finish his yogurt.

I am hoping that the cold did not kill off the apricots that grow in my other grandmother's back yard. It has been ages since I had a fresh apricot off the tree. If you have never had one there is no way to describe the difference between them and the ones that are available in grocery stores.

And speaking of things I haven't had in forever, I am looking forward to someone finding some morel mushrooms. They grow wild in my area, sometimes in my backyard. I am not able to go out looking for them myself, because carrying Max around in the timber is not what I think of as being a fun time. And apparently there are an overabundance of ticks this season, not something that I want to expose the little man to if I can help it. I am hoping that my sister or my uncle will have the time and generosity to find some and share, because my mom and dad certainly won't have time for it in the next few weeks.

At least the world is green again, and my mood has been considerably better because of it.