All Things Yummy

It’s finally feeling a little like Spring. The ice is slowly melting away, the Canadian Geese have returned, and the thermometer’s finally breaking through the magical 0 mark.

Weather was so nice that I decided to visit the bunnies at the local petting zoo in the Waterloo Park. Since everyone who comes to feed the rabbits brings carrots, the rabbits at the petting zoo ironically doesn’t like carrots all that much… so I was armed with a bag full of Parsley (or maybe Coriander… actually, I’m pretty sure it was Coriander, not Parsley, but I digress). The park was full of people, mainly young family with little kids. All the rabbits liked the parsley except for 2 black and white spotted ones. It seems like they have all grown quite a bit over the winter. Since rabbits all seemed pretty full and seemed to have their mind occupied with something else (birds and the bees - I’ve heard couple of kids asking what the rabbits were doing ) we meandered over to the pen holding the deers, the llamas, and the pecking emu.

The emu used to stalk me across the fence and lunge at me whenever I was near… but it was nowhere to be found. I guess the Canadian winter is little too harsh for it. Of the deers, only one liked the parsley, but the llamas were going completely crazy over it. Since I had so much of the parsley left, I started giving them out to all the little kids who wanted to feed the llamas.

So there I was, handing out parsley (and carrots - a stranger gave me a bag of carrots to give to the llamas) to all the little 3 and 4 year olds. I handed this little bundled up girl a handful of parsley when her mom says What do you say to this nice man?. It felt so strange to be referred as a man. You yourself don’t really see or feel the change. Although you’re the one who’s closest to all the things that are happening, you’re also the one who’s most blind to it all until someone else finally forces you to take a good close look at yourself. 22 years old, 4 weeks until graduating with a degree, I guess I could be a man, though I don’t feel like a man (or an adult) quite yet. That one little sentence put me in a little mental day dreaming, until a little boy who took a carrot started eating it himself. No, the carrot’s for the llama.…