String Break

Oy, so much to cover this week: Peaceful protests, terrible tariffs, the delay of the proposed hideous multi-story parking garage on Forsyth Park, the White Lotus finale (no link, no spoilers!)

It’s also the week before Passover, which means I’m supposed to be ridding the house of all leavened foods down to the last crumbs. The pantry is in total disarray and I’ve already eaten 17 cookies, three pieces of rye bread, and the rest of the Triscuits—I’m pretty sure gluten sensitivity is the 11th plague.

Speaking of messes, outside has its own issues. If you’re wondering about all those crispy brown strings sprinkled all over the gutters, your windshield, and probably your hair, their official name is catkins and they’re the botanical equivalent of what transpired between the brothers on White Lotus. (IYKYK, OK?)

I wrote about this annual arboreal exodus last year around this time; it deserves a repost (below) for those unaware of just what sex maniacs trees are.