This is Pi Day #018
Have you heard the joke about the hill? I just couldn’t get over it.
As summer draws to a close … *sniff* … one last week of comics about our summer activities.
Obviously I’m not going to tell all my loyal fans when I leave the city for an entire week to go on a vacation without cell coverage deep in the mountains. I may as well post my banking information and a photo of my house keys. It’s not you I’m worried about, but seriously you should see how many bots try to hack this site every day.
Alas, we did go away for a whole week. In the mountains. Hiking in the back country. And I, a guy who rarely goes longer than the time in the train tunnel between stations on the subway without high speed internet access, was without so much as a carrier pigeon’s worth of information for five solid days of solitude.
The Girl brought along some Archies, so she coped. But that, and among other things she literally actually asked while hiking recently, inspired today’s comic… and reminded me just how strange the next generation is going to find it when the wifi goes out of range for a few days.
This is Pi Day #013.c
If a plant gets sad, do you think all the other plants photo-sympathize with it?
…oh yeah. And if you track mud in the house mom will have you swinging that vacuum cleaner like a boss!
Just wipe your feet.
I hope you enjoyed another triple strip of comic fun this week featuring a few glimpses at our summer life in the backyard garden.
This is Pi Day #013.b
What do you get if you divide the circumference of a pumpkin by its diameter?
Pumpkin pi, of course.
Here on the great Canadian prairies, our berries grow high up in the trees. If you’ve never tried a saskatoon berry, come to my house — I’ve got about three liters of the little buggers in the fridge even as I write this. They are tart and sweet and juicy and delicious and they turn your fingers a deep purple when you pluck them from the trees.
We planted a saskatoon tree five years ago and each year our harvest gets a little bigger — even though not all of them make it into the house. Does it bother me? No… if the kid wants to stuff herself purple with backyard fruit all I can say is that it sure beats whatever else she might decide to eat the rest of the year.
Well… so long as I get enough to make a pie or two…