...Or something.

I know I am a little late in catching on but I just realized that it is Easter time! That means bags of black jellybeans at half price next week! WOO-HOO!

Also, I was reminded by Jules this morning that I left out two of my favorite words to say: smelt and Sununu. I am also inordinately fond of saying Bevelacqua and once renamed my cat Bevelacqua, which really doesn’t matter since cats don’t answer when you call anyway.

Finally, a little more poetry. Jodi loves to write the haiku. So here are half a dozen haiku by the second most famous (just behind Jodi) haiku writer ever…Basho. Actually, Basho is the ONLY other haiku writer I know, so we will have to just assume he’s the second most famous.

How reluctantly
the bee emerges from the deep
within the peony

Seen in plain daylight
the firefly's nothing but
an insect

Exhausted, I sought
a country inn, but found
wisteria in bloom

Winter showers,
even the monkey searches
for a raincoat

From all these trees –
in salads, soups, everywhere –
cherry blossoms fall

I would like to use
that scarecrow's tattered clothes
in this midnight frost

And here is why I picked these six in particular. I like bees, I like fireflies, I think wisteria smells good and it attracts bees, everyone likes a monkey but a monkey in a raincoat is pure gold, I think the idea of cherry blossom soup is charming and…I just like that last one a lot.
Haiku is good stuff. And people who are good at it, like Jodi and Basho make is seem easy but it really isn’t. It’s bite size poetry bursting with flavor. Or something.