The Best Sandwich Ever

Total time: 20 minutes
Servings 1

3-4 thick slices of bacon
2 slices monterey Jack cheese
2 slices rustic country bread, toasted
1 tablespoon mayonnaise
4 slices tomato
2 leaves butter lettuce
1 teaspoon butter
1 egg

1. Cook the bacon until crisp
drain on paper towels and set aside

2. Place the slices of cheese on one slice of the toasted bread
and place in a toaster oven or under a broiler to melt the cheese.

3. Spread the other slice of toast with the mayonnaise,
top with cooked bacon, the sliced tomato and the lettuce.

4. In a nonstick skillet, melt the butter over medium heat.
Fry the egg, turning over briefly when the bottom is set (keep the yoke runny)

5. Slide the finished egg on top of the lettuce.
top with the other slice of toast, melted cheese side down.
place the sandwich on a plate and slice in half, letting the yoke run down the sandwich.

Little Pine Care

Today I coated the little pines, the lilacs, and the Peach tree with tree Kote to see if I can save them. The rabbits must have all come here for food. A lot of snow makes food scarce so I was happy to provide but I will miss my little trees if they die. I have located some privacy fencing that I can put on the chain link fence if the little pines don't make it. Then putting on vines to make it green. Looking around the yard today I see a lot of little green and growing things. The rhubarb is up about two inches or so. Snow is coming tomorrow, maybe a lot and maybe not. I filled the feeders and left the Christmas tree for another week for shelter. The March winds blew a lot of trash into the yard so I picked that all up. I picked up the empty corn husks as well. That's about all the gardening I did today.

Spring

DOGWOOD BLOSSOMS
by: George Marion McClellan
O dreamy languors and the violet mistOf early Spring,
the deep sequestered vale
Gives first her paling-blue Miamimist,
Where blithely pours the cuckoo's annual tale
Of Summer promises and tender green,
Of a new life and beauty yet unseen.
The forest trees have yet a sighing mouth,
Where dying winds of March their branches swing,
While upward from the dreamy, sunny South,
A hand invisible leads on the Spring.

His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins
With flying song, and cowslip wine he sups,
Where to the warm and passing southern winds,
Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups.
Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,
The fields will spread with every brilliant hue.
But high o'er all the early floral train,
Where softness all the arching sky resumes,
The dogwood dancing to the winds' refrain,
In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.

Almost Spring

I saw a nice fat robin today and the bright sunshine. Also saw a flock of seagulls. The Maples are ready for sugaring and the sun is still shining after 6 pm with daylight savings time here again.
I made it through another winter, I always think I won't.

Ode To Daylight

cold and sunny

Coming home today I saw a little wild cat come out of my garage. So I quickly put out a bowl of cat food and some water and turned on the kennel heater. I much prefer feral cats to hungry rabbits. I suppose by the end of summer I will be arrested by the over zealous animal catcher for feeding feral cats. I have a lot of stories about feral cats but I suppose sharing them with innocent byreaders would be silly. It's one of those evenings that no matter how high the heat is turned up, it's impossible to get warm. Spring is coming this month. I pretty much have decided to dig up what's left of my gardens and plant lovely green grass. I have already bought a croquet set to play--

and am looking at above ground swimming pools.

I was getting tired of gardening anyway.

Imagine soaking up all that summer sun!