26 June 2010
I love the rich green smell when it rains--and we desperately need rain. But there is one thing about rain and garden that I "ick" over -- snails. Those slithery appetities-on-slime ooze out and about and I feel duty requires me to get out there, collect them and dispose of them. I can not imagine eating snails unless I was literally starving--which is apparently why the French started eating them. I read once that Parisians were even reduced to eating the rodents of that city--and people wonder why there was a revolution?!