Suzan Bellincampi
The sky didn’t fall, the floods didn’t come, nor did other catastrophes befall the world last Saturday night.
Pessimists, naysayers and end-of-the-world prophets can go home and recalculate their doomsday predictions for another date (2012 springs to mind). The so-called supermoon that we had on Saturday night, while spectacular, caused no calamities. It did cause many ohhs and ahhs for those of us that observed it.
Maybe it is something that we should harp about. We wouldn’t be alone in our complaint.
Come early March, many people are up in arms because winter marks the seal hunting season. Norway, Russia, Canada andGreenland are countries that allow the hunting of gray, hooded and harp seals. There are those few that hunt for tradition, food and sustenance, including tribal Inuitpeople. Others hunt for commerce and profit.
I have been living with an imposter.
After seven years, it was a bit of a shock. I was betrayed by a bulb. Not just any bulb: I thought that this was the one the perfect mate that would bloom year after year with a long, lanky stem and a large stunning flower that never disappoints.
I don’t even know what to call this phony flower, except a disruption to my household.
Don’t hedge your bets on either of these two. í
Apart from the landscape designers who are talented enough to make terrific topiaries, I can’t imagine why boxwood shrubs and yew trees have become so popular. í
“You care for nothing but shooting, dogs and rat-catching, and you will be a disgrace to yourself and all your family.”
These are clearly not the words of a doting parent nor were they possibly encouraging to a budding scholar and scientist. They are, however, the rantings of Charles Darwin’s father.
With a deer, you would never grab the bull by the horns.
For a few good reasons: Male deer are not called bulls, they are bucks, and they do not have horns, only antlers. Antlers and horns are two distinctly different accessories.