Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman...

Isn't there a second verse to that song, that the snowman melted, melted, melted?  Perhaps it should be re-written to include the words "golf club" and "hacked off."

Happy Pi Day!

That’s right, it’s Pi Day!  For you non-nerds out there, first of all, it’s not too late for you, you can join our ranks.  Second, look at the date of this posting, then go divide the circumference of a circle by its diameter.  What do you get?  Pi!  3.14, or today’s date, 3/14.

And what better way to celebrate our nerdiness than by having a Pi Day celebration, with, of course, lots of pie?  So, we made some pies, invited over some friends, and reveled in the universal constant that is pi.

 

Yup, pi on a pie.

 

I know, and I have taught, the formula of A=πr², but not all pie are squared.  Most are actually round.

 

 

She gave birth five months ago to a child who weighed less than any of these pies.  And less than pi, too!

 

 

For the record, our Tour de Pies included apple, strawberry, lemon meringue, éclair, and chicken pot pies.

Lately

We have had a lot of snow.


This means we get to go out and enjoy it.


This also means the moose prefer lounging in our plowed neighborhood to wading through drifts in the woods.
Which leads to many close encounters of the moose kind.

This is a view from our back door as the moose peers onto our porch. Luckily she doesn't seem to mind red coated preschoolers thrashing around on their skis only a few feet away from her hooves (hoofs?).

And this is a view of Ben and Gabriel having a very involved conversation.

Perhaps they are discussing moose.