According to a book on old Yankee trivia, "Back in the day" a girl would hold the blossom of a buttercup under her chin. If its butter color reflected on her chin, she would grow up chubby.
As a kid (not quite so far back) when my girlfriends and I wanted to know if a certain boy liked us, we'd pick a daisy and as we took off each petal, we'd say "he loves me, he loves me not ... ." Whichever phrase was chanted as the last petal was pulled off had to be the truth! Sometimes, toward the end of our plucking, we cheated (by taking off two petals at a time) to make it come out the way we wanted it to.
This would probably be a good time to interject some profound thoughts,or maybe a diatribe about the importance of flowers in our lives, or at least a specific point for sharing this information. But, alas, I have no point, other than it popped into my head.
For all you readers who live "down south," like South Paris, or Portland, or Pennsylvania, or Florida, you might be interested to know that winter is not over in Upton. We had several inches of snow over the weekend and it's blustery and snowy today. Forecasts for more of the same are projected for all this coming week.
Neil Bernier hit a moose with his snowmobile. The moose got up and went in the woods (a hit-and-run?) and both Neil and his sled were fine. He was pretty calm about his crazy experience. At least a vehicle, in this scenario, offers a little more protection than an open snowmobile.
The Ladies Aid Association is hosting a carnival in March -- a first for the organization. As I get more info from Krys Bernier, chair of the function, I'll pass it on to you readers.
The annual town meeting will be March 31 at 7 p.m. at the school house.
Have a wonderful week. Selah