Okay, so there I was in the bleachers, enjoying the rodeo, when I looked down and behind me, only to discover I was sitting right above where the wrangler-butted GUYZ were suitin’ up to ride. (My camera was instantly redirected.)

Okay, so there I was in the bleachers, enjoying the rodeo, when I looked down and behind me, only to discover I was sitting right above where the wrangler-butted GUYZ were suitin’ up to ride. (My camera was instantly redirected.)

Have you ever heard of the city of Solla Sollew?
It’s on the banks of the beautiful River Wah-Hoo, where they never have troubles …
at least, very few.
If you’re a Dr. Seuss fan (and, really, who isn’t?), then you may know the place I’m talking about.
My ’68 Airstream, ‘Lily’, and I had a real bawl on our recent trip to South Dakota. Get it, bawl? Hahaha, ok sorry! Don’t have a cow. I mean DO have a cow, a backyard cow, a miniature Jersey to be specific. 😉
I am in the midst of writing my next book, Milk Cow Kitchen, and here’s the deal …
A couple of years ago, a poem about aprons caught fire on the Internet. Here’s a newer version (well, new to me). I thought (or rather, I knew) you’d enjoy reading it along with a collection of our apron photos.

Remember making an apron in Home Ec? Remember Home Ec?

The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few and because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons required less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
Potato harvest in progress. Still more to dig. I grow only a variety called Desiree. They aren’t prone to disease and they keep well into spring without sprouting. And, and, AND, they are TASTY.

Taters!!!!!!
