8 posts tagged “flora”
Who do you tell your secrets to?
Or, if we're feeling grammatically correct, to whom do I tell my secrets? As much as I love you, dear Internet, not to you. But hey, I don't paint secrets on billboards (which are not nearly so easily searchable as content on the World Wide Web), either.
Luckily, there are lots of things I am happy to share, things that aren't quite secrets, but you still probably didn't know before. For example, last night I dreamed that someone was splashing though a pond turning neon tetras into turtles with a sort of magic crayon. This was after I dreamed that one of my cousins was acting as kind of a seeing eye person and helping a blind girl to ski, but although it was winter at the top of the slope, by the bottom it had become summer in all its muggy, mosquito-ridden glory. Would you believe that waking up puzzled is not entirely unusual for me?
I'm going to blame this set of crazy dreams on the action-packed couple of days M and I have had this week, owing to a visit from our twin nine-year-old nieces. Their Summer Vacation Ultra-Energy coupled with bonus Giggle Factor is as fun as it is exhausting. I'm still trying to process all our adventures: braving the chilly beach, amassing prize tickets at the arcade, playing a lot of Wii, marveling at butterflies at the botanical garden, paper footballing at various and sundry meals, chasing the cats around trying to put paper hats on their heads, chasing M around trying to put a paper hat on his head, peering into a battleship's nooks and crannies, running amok at a science museum...
I'm flat worn out! Somebody asked me at the CAP meeting last night if I was feeling all right (a question which always makes me wonder how much of a mess I look), but he understood immediately upon hearing that we'd just had a whirlwind visit from a set of nine-year-old girls.
It was a blast, though, and I can't wait to see 'em again.
Show us your favorite spring bloom.
Ooh, that's a toughie. It's a toss-up between honeysuckle...
I should note that the above photos were made possible by the slick new camera my parents gave me for my birthday last week. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
This is one of those perfect moments: I am sitting in the sunroom with my husband on a Thursday afternoon. The startlingly bright January sunlight is filtering in through the shades, and the giant bush outside two of the windows is casting leafy shadows. We saw a chickadee in its branches not half an hour ago; our cats were equally interested in the little bird, but for much more sinister reasons. M is absorbed in a book devoted to his favorite car, and I'm whiling away my time on the Internet. All is peaceful.
Well, at least until Vera and Val decide it's time to tear around the house like demons again. Maybe another chickadee will come by and distract them for just a while longer.
There is a gigantic gardenia bush outside my sunroom window, and I just had the distinct pleasure of glancing outside to see a sparrow hopping self-importantly from twig to twig while chirping his heart out. I think he would have been gone by the time I could fetch the camera, but I wish I had a picture of the little fellow about his Serious Business. This is rapidly becoming my favorite room now that we have something to sit on, thanks to my parents and their extremely generous gift of a comfy patio set when they were down here visiting a couple weekends ago. Thanks again, Mom and Dad!
What, to you, is the first sign of spring? Have you seen it yet?
Submitted by Spy.
New leaves on the trees. I saw this harbinger of spring over two weeks ago. Of course, the fact that we had 90-degree days in February did nothing to hurt the ol' "Spring has sprung!" feeling, either.
Show us a picture of where you used to be.
