. . . walking, stop! There's a bunch of motherwort in the winter. Let's see what we can do with that. Oh well, ho hum. But it's winter and we take what we've got.
And then forget it? I have long remembered that scene from Ferris Bueller where they were walking with the docent. What, you don't remember the "Walking, walking, stop!" scene? Good for you. Turns out it was in another fun flick, Dave. Twenty-seven years of memory fuzz. So best to ignore yesterday's blog.