For Jez

What I had for breakfast.


More, because I am exceptionally cruel

Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness

Oh. my. They had RASPBERRIES today at the farmer's market. They are so fantastic, these first raspberries of the season. They're golden raspberries, but they're still raspberries.

I promised K the love monkey that I would save some for him, bring some home, but it's proving hard. Self control is not my strong suit here.

Strawberries, I still love you, but there is nothing like the first raspberries. Nothing.

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Why I'll probably never be a famous knit designer

1. I'm slow. So slow. I am 3/4 (more?) through the S33kr1t lace project and um, it's been 4 weeks? It'd probably take Cookie a couple of days to whip out this puppy. Seriously, I see people who whip out lace in a couple weeks and all I can do is sadly sigh and wish for speed.

2. I like my raspberries too much. I don't think designing will keep me in berries as I prefer.

3. I'm not the kind of person where people will write of meeting me that I was very warm and friendly and gracious. I think they'd probably write that I was shy (the kind version) or standoffish (the other), clumsy, and talked too much about raspberries. Gunga galunga. So I got that goin' for me, which is nice. *

* gratuitous Caddy Shack reference

Yet another reason to put off putting in contacts in the morning

I found 4 drowned ants in my cereal. We've been having recurring ant problems, but only ever see just 1 or 2 at a time (My kitchen countertops GLEAM they are kept so clean and crumb-free). Just think if I'd been able to see the little jerks BEFORE I started eating.

I found that a regiment of ants had chewed through the cardboard box, then the plastic bag, on my new box of cereal. Mmm, nothing like a whole slew of tasty black specks scattered through a not-quite-sealed-anymore bag of cereal. Seriously LITTLE HOLES CHEWED IN THE BOTTOM. ARGGGGGH

If only I could train the cat to eat ants.

More of the pretty

Because all I seem to be able to manage is pictures

Wisteria blooms (although not my wisteria).

Also, the puddle of tortoiseshell fur also known as Frances says: what? What are you lookin' at?

The weed of the bishop, and I killed a rosebush this year

I, um, haven't been very good at socializing in any form recently. If it's not obvious by now. Better to close my mouth and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.


that would be the titular weed. On Dave's Garden there're a whole lot of negatives about it, but honestly? I'd rather have its kind of invasive than ivy, which is what I consider the thug of the garden world. This stuff doesn't GROW UP UNDER THE HOUSE SIDING, and it's easy to pull out. Maybe it's not so strong because of our dry summers. A lot of plants act differently around here. Like the akebia, which I found was classified as a menace in the East. You know what's a menace? the stupid blackberries.

And yeah, I killed one off this year. I even waited a couple extra weeks before pruning because it was a cold Winter and Spring. No love. And it was my favorite one, with the big orange bloom. RIP big orange flowering rose bush.

On the plus side, the irises popped out in the last couple days. They're like the prom queens of the garden (the oriental lilies are the divas)


The weather has been fan-frickin-tastic lately, and I spent a lot of Memorial Day weekend just lounging about in the sunshine. I guess I should be a more interesting person, but it was lovely.

I have a new seEkriT project, in stealth mode in case the recipient reads the blog (does anyone any more? I am a lame-o.) It's a pile of nothing right now anyway.

So THAT'S the purpose of my life

I've been outed at last. I'm really just an emissary of Fat Satan

Oh, this is essay is so full of teh awesome:
"Take the...elevator, you pulley-hating Luddite freak!"

Plant shows: feeding my bad habits since 2001

I went to a plant show a couple weekends ago and bought way too many plants. The same day later on it decided to hail, and so that's my excuse why they're not all potted yet. It's like new yarn - all the possibilities are there and none of the liabilities, unless you make yourself stop and think about where it's all going to go and when you'll spend all that time doing that planting.


I put this big delphinium in a pot on the front steps. It's blooming NOW. I have to stop and look at the flowers every time I walk by. I am a sucker for a dramatic plant.

And Vanna, show us just how tall that flower stalk is - 2, almost 3 feet.



This doesn't look like much but it's a shame there is no web smell-o-vision because this is a lemon-scented geranium. Just rubbing the leaves a little releases the fragrance.

I have wanted a columbine for years but this was the year I caved.
I admit I was too lazy to grow one from seed. Maybe next year.

It, of course, is blooming now too, feeding my terrible habit of craving instant gratification. Don't worry, I got a hardy fuschia too, which shouldn't do its thing until well into July.


The columbine is hard to photograph, but it has the mostly ethereal flowers. It'd be nifty to have a garden full of odd flowers, wouldn't it? Definitely would need a passiflora in there somewhere.


And last of all, my bay tree is blooming. This one's 5 years old, it's not a new plant. I didn't even know they bloomed. It's gotten very rangy, I badly need to prune it back for better form. Anyone need any bay leaves? Or maybe I'll just get some rooting hormone and start a couple new trees, then I can avoid having to plant all those hostas I bought. Yeah, good idea.