Our song of the day is All Together Now as watching more of the Beatles anthology has gotten it stuck in my head. It also brought back clear memories of watching Yellow Submarine at my grandmother’s house, on her beloved television, with my brother and at least one of my two first cousins. That memory was connected to another tale involving grandma’s tv. At a young age either my brother or myself (no one can recall which) went tumbling down a flight of stairs, and rolled into the tv at the bottom. My grandmother rushed over in a panic, wailing “oh nooooooooooo…my teevee!” Gee, thanks Betty. That should give you a little insight into that side of the family. Moving right along…after yesterday’s brush with greenery I was left wanting more. January in Minnesota will do that to a girl. But who says you can’t have a picnic lunch in the winter? The Como Park Conservatory staffers, that’s who. The little man was just finishing up his pb&j when we were informed that no food or drink is allowed in the conservatory. Doh. That wasn’t our only misstep on this visit. The poor boy inherited my clumsiness, and tripped. This happens many times per day. But this time the location of his landing was unfortunate. It wasn’t quite tiptoeing through the tulips. More like falling onto and flattening a bed of poinsettas. Youch. The holidays are so over and done with anyway. And they’ll be swapping out the display for the winter flower show any day now. We still managed to have a nice visit. It was pleasantly weird to feel such humidity after a couple months of indoor dryness, combined with freezing cold wind outdoors, that has sucked nearly all traces of moisture from our skin. I would have been content to stroll about a while longer, or laze on a bench…but I was too afraid of the potential damage one or both of us could cause. I did manage to snap off some photos though. So many that they need their own gallery. Click here or on the image below to launch.