turkey mint burgers

spring break is over… in Saskatchewan we call it Easter break due to the fact it rarely feels like spring has sprung…  one day it will be sunny and the next you are right back in a snow storm…

every year I feel terrible for the geese and ducks that are the overachievers…  the go getters and the eager beavers…  they are shivering on half frozen sloughs with no idea what the next day holds…  they were told, most likely around a camp fire one evening while roasting marshmallows for smores, that if they got here before everyone else, they’d have first crack at breeding with the best of the best and have first dibs on realty…  but when they arrive they find it’s too cold to even dream of anything other than snuggling and there is an over abundance of sloughs and fields…

as humans we are encouraged to be early risers, to go the extra mile and be a spark plug…  well, if I were a bird I would definitely be lackadaisical, most likely procrastinate and be borderline unindustrious… I’d let Phil and Susan go scout things out in Canada and I’d take a few more days to soak up the sun in Arizona…

sure… by the time I arrive in Canada, snappy Susan has scooped up the best mating partner and her goslings will be rock stars while I’m left with an awkward ‘get to know you’ with Henry who has one leg shorter than the other, a lazy eye and a tongue that hangs out of his beak at all times…  but this is a cost I am prepared to live with…

even if it means my offspring might never even be strong enough to make it past Montana in the fall and I have to leave them there with Henry’s relatives while I head back to my trailer park and pickle ball court in Arizona…  of course I would think of them every day, as I am eating grass from someones lawn and soaking up the rays on a man made pond at the golf course…

I’m pretty sure Henry had said something to me about geese mating for life but I couldn’t hear him correctly seeings how his tongue muffles his speech…  so I had said a teary goodbye in Montana and thanked him for raising our 7 wonderful children but I had to check on our property in Arizona…

I think he knew it was over… the glazed look in his eyes told me he did… but he also has seasonal allergies and autumn is a time they generally flair up…

…  where was I?  oh yes, spring break is over…

(I get sidetracked easily…  kids would love me as a teacher)

I am reminded every time I spend over a week with my children why schools and teachers are such a great idea…  when Monday morning hit and I get to start making lunches again and sending the kids off to school, something comes alive in me…

I feel like singing… or humming at least… the house is quiet… there is a peaceful stillness that comes over me…

with joy and contentment, I go about the cleaning, laundry, bookwork and cooking…  I start thinking of recipes for the farmers for seeding…  the farmer and I have a nice, quiet lunch with no one asking us to watch them spin a spinner…

I am able to plan and cook exciting suppers again… because I am alone in my kitchen and this is happiness to me…

please, don’t misunderstand me… I love my children… I really do… but I also love teachers…

so, thank you teachers… from the bottom of my heart!