Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Between April Showers
It's raining. I've lost count of how many rainy days we have been blessed with, but I know I have loved every single one. Yeah, I am one of those people that likes a rainy day as much as a sunny one. We need the rain. It smells good. Rain inspires me. In fact my only regret about the rain is that I did not buy those polka dot rain boots I saw in Las Vegas.
And another thing, it would be extremely pathetic for a So Cal gal to complain about weather. Today it is raining, not too cold, and very likely tomorrow will be clear and warm. The weather rarely makes for big news, or altered plans, which is why we have been having fun... in the rain, in the sun, all kinds of any-weather-fun.
That's the weather report. Now for the whether report: The question is whether or not it is corn season?
Maria asks whenever she sees a pile of corn at the supermarket. California has long growing seasons, generous climates, and an uncanny ability to produce out of season produce. But I refuse to buy watermelon in January, and corn before summer is highly suspect too.
I know. It's not summer. Not yet. But the corn, it looked so appealing. Neither Maria, nor I, could resist.
Get it? Ap-pealing. I know. We are husking, but I don't think ahhusking is a real word.
Last night we ate roasted chicken, grilled onions, beans, avocado, cilantro, salsa, corn tortillas, red cabbage, and corn on the cob. Every bit was delicious.
Last Sunday we made a potluck picnic.
It wasn't raining that day, but Priscilla and I agreed that we were looking at a June sky. May Gray and June Gloom are the local weather expressions. If you ever consider enjoying a summer vacation in So Cal, then book after June. Even October has more summer than June.
No one was complaining. Not Maria. Not Emma. They played and played and played.
My cousin is a teacher. I have deep, deep respect for teachers. Next time she comes I want to take Emma and Maria in to the yard and let them play, so Priscilla can enjoy her lunch from start to finish without a single interruption, then I will offer her nap time, a glass of wine, and the comfiest spot on the sofa where she can read or control the remote. Any mom deserves a break, and some indulgences, but teacher-moms are doubly worthy.
I will benefit too. Maria and Emma can be my personal trainers, running me around the yard, whipping me in to shape.
Emma. Oh my goodness. Such a cutie.
I was going to post a picture of my recent haircut. I went to an actual salon, in my usual biennial fashion. She gave me a flip-do. She used mousse. I took a picture, because I knew it would last only until the first shower. But no way can I subject anyone to my "cute flip-do" after the genuine cuteness of Miss Emma, and the sweet promise of summer corn. Those acts are too tough to follow.