Pancake Salad...

Have you ever found yourself in a situation that could be summed up by this? Not literally, mind you, just enmeshed in what it invokes?

I'm not sure about yesterday. Sometimes the rhythms and ebbs and tides of the Universe collide, I think, resulting in cosmic whirlpools that give us "What the hell?" days - but yesterday went above and beyond. Even before the arrival of Didgeridoo Boy, I used to say that my life was a cartoon, and I meant it. I attract strange things. But this?

I happened to look out the bedroom windows after my yoga practice, and saw ivy trimmings, clumps of dirt, and lilies on the hoods of our cars. Someone pulled two lilies out of our front flowerbed and chucked them on the hoods of our cars, and then got a little crazy with ivy from the patch alongside the driveway. What makes someone think, "I'm going to pull up these lilies and put them on the hoods of these cars, and then I'm going to tear up some of this ivy here and throw in around like.....SALAD! Let's make salad! On a car!!"? They even thought to scatter some about on the driveway for good measure.

And that's what it is. Or was. Whatever. The lilies are now in a vase, and they're very pretty.

Care for pancakes?