The “Rosh Hoshanah for the Trees” doesn’t start until tomorrow at sundown, but I’ve seen Pinterest-worthy fruit plates and centerpieces, and even fruit and vegetable-related crafts galore on all my networks.
I think it’s great that Penrose feels comfortable taking the initiative to give herself a break. And I don’t want to ignore her when she’s yelling for me. But I also don’t want to reward the part where she’s yelling (and, if I tell her I’m waiting for her to feel more calm before I go upstairs she comes down and starts pulling on my hand, which I also don’t want to reward.)
I couldn’t help but remember the Ice Storm of ’98 as we luxuriated in front of the woodstove, watching Singin’ in the Rain and eating root vegetable gratin. That storm wasn’t nearly as forgiving, and it colored the second half of my senior year at Mt. Blue High School.