OK, I'm at my house packing up shit, and so I have access to the computer. As promised to Evil-E, here are photos!
[is this not what you meant Evile? :-) ]
Even though there's no 'ing', this is what I thought of first. All of my seasonings. So many I needed an extra drawer. My husband and I haven't talked about how to divide these. He actually is a good cook if he tries, which he never needed to since I love to cook.
And since I was on a roll with the music, I have to add my musical take on the word season. It's quite an appropriate song for all seasons. (it's a bad video, so, sorry)
And finally, added on Saturday night, a quote from the book I'm reading:
Men talked of war as if they committed it to preserve what they had and what they believe. But Inman now guessed it was boredom with the repetition of the daily rounds that had made them take up weapons. The endless arc of the sun, wheel of seasons. War took a man out of that circle of regular life and made a season of its own, not much dependent on anything else.