We had originally thought that our entire Valentine’s Day celebration would be a trip to Bassett healthcare to get a MRI of our lower back. Thus we were most pleasantly surprised when a friend dropped in on us with a bag of heart shaped, frosted sugar cookies for us. Not only were the cookies very tasty, but the gift bag was most unusual. Our friend had made it from a very pink ad which she had encountered in the New York Times. With some very creative folding and the addition of pink ribbon handles it made a rather attractive gift bag. And, of course, it was all the more interesting because one could peer inside the bag and read at least part of the New York Times.
We have long known about the concept of wrapping presents in the Sunday comics. But this was our first encounter with a gift bag made out of the newspaper. We must admit that we are so intrigued by it that we plan to experiment with making gift bags from the Sunday comics. Of course, it might be a rather pointless endeavor as we very rarely have the need of a gift bag since we very rarely give a gift. And if we do, we almost never wrap it.
We were interested when we read in last week’s paper that the village, as part of the reconstruction of the sidewalks project, will be removing, as in cutting down, all the trees on Main Street from the traffic light to the Hall of Fame. Of course, the trees will be replaced with new trees that will be, we gather, specifically chosen for their ability to thrive in urban areas. Several species were mentioned including the ginkgo tree.
Now we must admit we are not authorities on trees, but we do know, from our experiences in Philadelphia, that the ginkgo tree can prove to be rather problematic. As we understand it, male ginkgo trees are fine. But the female ginkgo tree is, as they say, a horse of a different color. When our son lived on Lombard Street in Philly, he had what must have been a female ginkgo tree smack dab in front of his town house apartment building. It dropped copious amounts of unnecessary clutter on the sidewalk which, at the appointed time of the year, one had to wade through. And to add insult to injury, the trees emitted a most foul odor which resulted in one wading and gagging at the same time. It was not fun!