Forever searching

I love Saturdays. 3:00pm is popcorn and redbush tea time. You could say it's a tradition. I've eaten enough popcorn in my lifetime to fill a football stadium* and I always examine each kernel's shape before popping it in my mouth.

You just never know when the incredible luck will strike you. Of course, unless it's an obvious likeness of Jesus, Mary or Elvis, you might not get any interest. Most of my kernels look like poodles.

It is sunny, 4°C,  and gorgeous out right now; a mortal sin to not be outside. That's where I'm heading, and I'm taking my potential lucky bowl of popcorn with me.

*a very small one