Dispatch From LA

morning has broken like the first morning

i ♥ liquid sunshine!

and pink flowers...

and painting shapes in an old ledger...

i'm cutting up the vintage paris poster...

from where i sit...

i spy a napping spot for later...

i enjoy every single comment.  yes i do!

morning

dawn light this morning.   everything washed clean by last night's soft showers.

i almost never take photos this early.

and maybe never from the bathroom window.

but i wanted to collect this small moment.  a little time capsule of a sleep-filled morning.  when i'm just coming awake.

i was not the only one who was watching the story of morning unfold.

the epiphylums that bloomed overnight were also on alert.

and looking so FRESH.  so radiant.

i will never ever ever ever in a bazillion years get tired of watching these giant petals open.

3 blooms opened last night while i slept!  

also while i slept... a band of racoons frolicked under my window.  they got so loud with their screechy calls back and forth and growling I woke up in the middle of the night, leaned out the window and scolded them.  they ignored me.  but i drifted back to sleep anyway.

i like being surrounded by wild furry creatures who have parties under my window at night.  so charmed!  i think they come onto the back patio and drink from the fountain at night.  maybe they paused last night to sit and stare up at the flowers.  maybe they reached up and licked a petal or two.  

it's a nice thought.

i saw the easter bunny looking in my window!

This morning as dawn was breaking over the hills i happened to turn towards the window and saw... the outline of the EASTER BUNNY silhouetted in the glass!

2 long ears sticking up, whiskers, and a quivering nose.  Velvety pink & white fur.  Walking upright.  Outside my window of course.  With an easter basket of course.  For me of course.

I definitely think I saw that.  I'm almost positive I did.  I might have.

And while I was thinking.  I was drawing.

And staring at pink things.  They all seem to be opening at once and waving to me.  I am certainly not imagining that!

Wyatt Earp was manning his guard station.  He figured out a few weeks back that he can beat other cats up, like his brother Buck used to do.  So instead of running inside like a cry baby..he's gone all gangster!  He purposefully tries to pick fights.  He can't help it..being the new sheriff in town is exciting.

I've only had to spray him once with the garden hose.

Also he hates it when I draw birds.  Hmmmm...

I finished ROOM (in the sidebar).  I have a 2 word review:  Loved it!  

Now I've started this:

An apocalyptic vampire thriller.  There I said it.  Don't judge.  

It's EXTREMELY long.  So it will get a 4 word review.  

Possibly in August.

Happy Easter!!!

hello there

saturday is a beautiful word.  don't you think?  i enjoyed my morning coming in and out of the sunshine.  seeing what's bloomed.

no matter how many show-offs bloom in the garden, my pink geraniums make me happiest.

in the rental flat in san francisco i discovered a new way to brew coffee.  i ordered a drip cup that fits over the mug.  fantastic!  fresh!  delicious!

i put mr. coffee in the garage.

i sat at the kitchen table and stared at my new ranunculus.

my sister & i got on the phone and booked our tickets to alesund norway (from bergen)

we got a hotel room where we can fish out the window.  fishing poles provided.  this is not a lie.

the high summertime temperature is 58 crisp degrees.

yesterday evening i pored over my new crochet book!

i'm going to become a crochet motif maker full time.  that will be my new job.

i hope the company that hires me understands that i can only put out 1 per day.

i think they will.

saturday you are good.  

you are so good.

inspiration board

as of 8 pm this evening i was officially plugged back in to the internet at home.  

i have been restored.

during my hiatus i re-did my inspiration board.  apparently i can't get enough red, orange, pink, and aqua.

i put up my pam posters and my hammerpress, my vintage postcards from budapest, and other things that make me feel giddy and excited.  i wish i could remember who made/sent me that felted monkey...but i can't!  {one of you}

but i love him dearly.

i also wish i could remember the brilliant, talented artist i bought this linen fabric from on etsy awhile back...hmmmm...  lovely silk-screened scraps. 

i'm headed somewhere fun and new and different on friday morning.  so put on your party pants.  the pink leather ones that have the orange embroidered FOXY across the arse.  yeah.  those.

i'm heading back to the yarn store tomorrow to get some crochet thread so i can crochet sweaters for 923 more rocks.  I ordered a book of crochet motifs.  if you come to moss cottage there will be stacks of yarned over rocks on every surface.  STACKS people!  then i will sketch the rocks.  crochetsketchcrochetsketchreadcrochetsketchcrochetsleepcrochetsketch.

spring break is 48 hours away.

zippety do dah!

drawn in

i am extremely persnickety & miserly when it comes to art books.  this one is unputdownable!

which.  is why i endeavored to sit at the kitchen table in the sunlight, drinking coffee with the slider open, reading every word, poring over the photos.  today.  hello sunday. 

new flowers from the market.  a fresh tablecloth.  mild winter air circulating in from the open door.

a cat with his winterpaws

a captivating book

with pictures!

beef stew bubbling away in the dutch oven.  must push pause button.  must push it now!

sunday at moss cottage

feeling a lot of this...

because i'm working in this...

oh joy!

still stumbling around in the dark on facebook with my friend beavis.  if you have any tips i know you'll share them.  like for example do you put all of your blog posts there automatically?  hmmmm...

thanks laura for the social fixer tip.  {you'll want to use it on me when i get better at words with friends and start posting my high scores every 5 minutes.}  

an unexpected really cool thing is seeing what so many of YOU look like - the ones without blogs.  putting names to faces.  that's nice.

i have a big loopy grin on my face reading your comments & suggestions on my 49 things list.  i'm pretty sure i will get everything done this year.  every single far-flung outta sight thing.  but if not it's okay.  the main thing is peering inside and seeing all that's possible winking back at me.  i always did like the possible better than the actual.

also turns out i had 2 things about my new dutch oven.. over which i am CRUSHING.  madly.  you can make things in here!  and they taste really good!    dutch oven recipe links?  please share.

so i have a new #14 involving an orange grove.  and since i take relaxing very seriously it involves laying down.  

49 Things

I mulled over my list all week and added new things every day.  brimming with big ideas.  that's me.

...to do before i turn 50

1.  learn how to crochet

2.  rent a tandem bike and ride along the boardwalk with sister

3.  ride in a helicopter or little plane

4.  make an instagram book

5.  discover a little town in the middle of nowhere.

6.  explore it.

7.  pick strawberries

8.  go on a lot of walkabouts to see what’s what and who’s who

9.  go visit joyce in carpenteria

10.  go to pink’s hotdogs for a martha stewart dog

11.  go spend the weekend with d.e. & o.e.

12.  attend at least one solo reading retreat (two is better)

13.  make a new friend

14.  lay down in the middle of an orange grove and stare up at the sky

15.  fly to chicago and see suzanne

16.  find a new european city to explore

17.  find a new mexican town to explore

18.  roadtrip to the lost coast

19.  long weekend in san francisco with lianne!

20.  plant a catnip patch in honor of cookie

21.  say yes more than no

22.  teach another online class

23.  practice sketching on the ipad often

24.  form an itty bitty local journal group

25.  or at least think about it

26.  swim in an ocean or sea

27.  fry some chicken

28.  paddle a boat somewhere

29.  wink at people in cars that pull up next to me

30.  paint

31.  cook lots of one-pot meals in my new orange dutch oven

32.  drink more red wine

33.  spend time in the garden

34.  dance

35.  plant a lemon tree

36.  eat some catfish

37.  do handstands in the ocean

38.  find a dentist who is not an asshole

39.  have a mammogram

40.  set up a facebook page

41.  sign up for an online nikon class

42.  eat more superfoods

43.  go on a hill walk in portland

44.  pet a llama

45.  float on my back in the carribean

46.  spend the night on a train

47.  plant sunflowers!

48.  use up all the wood panels in the garage

49.  make an issu magazine

 

floating

saturday afternoon.  playing with paper and roses.  small arrangements.  

reading.  piddling. taking pictures.  waiting for rain.

no talking.  no being talked to.

finished state of wonder.  looking for something GOOD.  any suggestions?

 

and then it rained...

when you live in the land of sunnyblueskies you dream of terrible fantastic storms.  with lightening and window rattling THUNDER.  maybe one where you could get trapped inside by the high winds and electrical danger.  every particle of the atmosphere, charged with a sense of catastrophe and excitement.  it could go either way.  you don't know which.

boom kerpow!

los angeles gets a storm like that exactly once every 387 days.  so on that 387th day you really really really want to be home.  to watch it all unspool.

i was and it did.  yesterday.  wow.

rain pelted moss cottage.  frosty white bite-sized hail dashed against the windows.   it piled up on the umbrella outside.  i kept running out to check on a GIANT praying mantis that took refuge under the arm of a patio chair.  He swiveled his head around to stare at me each time I came out.  I put protective covers on all of the outdoor furniture which mr. mantis seemed to appreciate.  we chatted a bit in between downpours.

i sat inside at my art table between 2 windows and fooled around with scraps of paper and pretty tape.

and watched sun & rain making rounds across the skies.

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hey you.

we're just lounging around thinking BIG october thoughts under the blue dome of sky.

running errands in the neighborhood that happened to take me by here.

and here:

someone was in the exact same position when i returned.  maybe his tail was pointing right earlier, instead of left.  

i can't be sure.

i just couldn't help it

from the very bottom of my heavy heart i thank you for your loving comments & emails.  they are helping to heal me. i only wish everyone was as lucky as i to receive such an outpouring of CARE.

from the very kind dr. leslie at highland park animal hospital, to the sweet & funny dr. and his assistant who cared for me at urgent care, to the lovely dr. gregorian (not my regular dr.)  i saw today for a follow-up thumb check.  wow.  these are people who went above and beyond.   dr. gregorian who rescues dogs and is an animal lover literally erased my fear of buck's last moments of life.  she took my (good) hand, moved in close, looked me in the eye, and explained exactly what happens to an animal during such trauma.  she was so tender and dear.  i will book all future appointments with her!

and i'll  never forget all of you good people who have rallied around me right here.  the loving support from my neighbors, family, friends, and this awesome blog community.  

thank you for letting me babble about buck and show more photos.  it's what i need to do right now.

baby buck

he preferred to have me personally open the door rather then enter through the cat door.

he hated every cat that ever had the displeasure of living with him.  he was a very jealous boy.  wyatt is the only one who forced buck to love him.  they were best friends.  buck would even let wyatt lick him.  lick him!

also, wyatt was the only cat ever to defy buck moss!

i could almost never get a picture of him outside because he would dash over and nose the camera out of the way.

must be pet.  must be pet now.  pick me up!

he would jump up on the desk over and over and over.  the most demanding cat i'd ever had!

the second i got home he would come inside, or wake up and follow me everywhere.

in the morning he would sit staring at me.  willing me to wake up.  usually batting my face with his paws.  

i am a love machine!  and you are the object of my affection!

one march 9 years ago buck moss went missing for 40 days.  i put up signs all over echo park.  every freeway exit/entrance.  i finally gave up.  he was gone.  then one day i pulled into the drive and the neighbors greeted me with the news that buck had fallen down their flue.  straight down the chimney and into their fireplace!  the vets couldn't believe he was still alive.  not just alive, but aside from losing half his body weight, in not too shabby shape.  

oh there was lots and lots of love and rejoicing that may.  i kept him in for a couple of weeks, but buck was an explorer.  he could not be contained indoors.  he was nuetered but lived like a tomcat.  a gentleman tom of course!

brawling and carousing with the best of them.

always the victor.

he would literally chase dogs out of the moss cottage property.  once he launched a full frontal attack on a wandering BIG dog before i could stop him.  got him good too!  the dog ran off crying.

 fearless to the very end.

i constantly told him he was the king of the cats, the most important one, the one i loved the most.

when my sister would visit she would say, "don't say that!"

but i couldn't help it.

i just couldn't help it.

the arrows point to the loot

Moss Cottage had just been gussied up when a cute friend knocked on my front door.  I was all prepared to pick her up and spin her around but, she was NOT empty handed.  A giant box of overflowing wallpaper was in her arms.

 There were several more back and forth trips from her car to my house.  Magazines, fabric, mountains of paper...more paper. It looked like she had stopped first at a really cool flea market, packed up her car, and drove straight here.

Cool old iron candalabra and lanterns and other things I know not what they are for.  The lantern will come in handy when I go out on neighborhood crime-solving jaunts at midnight.  I think I will secure it to a staff with a heavy rope or chain.  Or maybe I'll dangle it from my pergola!

That sounds safer.  

  I just went on a cleaning slash decluttering spree.  So really, you could say I needed everything I got.  Although I did make up a box of paper goods for my sister.  Because that's just how I roll.

2 new outdoor pillows!  Seriously I needed 2 new outdoor pillows.

We had a 6 hour non-stop gab fest.  If you put your ear to the window it would've sounded like Alvin & The Chipmunks talking.  Speeded up yackity yackity yaks.

happy {sunday}

Unexpected blooms in the patio garden.  I like making my morning inspections.  There are new webs to admire, new blossoms, everything glows in the early light.

The Path is going to make her summer debut any day now.  

It's Sunday.  The air has cooled which means no daytime a/c needed.  I love having my windows open to the outside.

Makes my kitchen vantage place seem practically outside.  I am RIGHT here cutting & humming.  

Wyatt had a dirt massage earlier.

Roll roll roll then UP on the clean tablecloth he goes.  I let him.  sigh.

One of the mamas from one of my classes sent me this dear photo of her 2 girlies working intently in their little  journals.   There is something very right about that.  Something that makes me feel all smiley inside.  Arty dining room table memories in progress.

A 72 year old someone from FTB sent me this journal page.  

I am interested in knowing what 72 year olds think.  There needs to be more of them telling us.  72 is a foreign country I haven't visited yet, but I'm so curious.   If I'm going there someday, I need to get my maps and guidebooks in order now.   Maybe we speak the same language.  Think the same thoughts.

Wendy And Evelyn Were Cilling Bees!

 I adopted a new tattling policy after we watched Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory (1971 version with Gene Wilder).   From Willy Wonka's mouth, to my ears, and straight out of my mouth again.

Please submit all complaints in writing to the complaint department.  It is only open between the hours of 8-9 pm, thus any letters received before this time cannot be guaranteed successful delivery.

The 2nd sentence is of my own making.    I enjoyed delivering my lines over and over in a dramatic voice.

But I've pushed off and away from school life in my little rowboat.  Paddling slowly down the stream.  Looking for a quiet place to pitch my tent.  And eat a bowl of strawberries & peaches.

I went on a morning walk.  I don't know why I feel the need to pick up trash off the street and cart it home in my pockets.  But I do.  Sometimes it doesn't fit in my pockets, but I cart it home anyway.  The mannequin arm from a February walk is still draped across my front porch rail.  I use the 6 white plates I found daily.  The hangers have come in very handy.

As Full Tilt Boogie winds down I'll be blogging more over here.  I don't make a good multi-tasker.  I have a slow methodical brain.  It dives down deep into each subject and sometimes forgets to come up for air.  Luckily I found an oxygen tank on a walk.   And it works!

A Metallic Hibiscus

Brown Sugar is in the throes of a full scale bloomapalooza.  When the flowers open they are russet colored.

But after a few days her petals fade to gold.  A metallic hibiscus.  A person couldn't ask for more than that.

The piles continue to grow.   The weather is getting chillier each day.  Right now I have the heat on!   Misty cloudy colored days here in the city of angels.  Brrrrr... 

Ginny has some fabulous vintage photo albums in her Etsy shop right HERE. She & John just got back from a roadtrip that included plenty of stops in antique stores!

MY SISTER'S been on a voyage of discovery in Taos.  Go see for yourself.  One more thing.  One.  More.  Thing.

I've had my ticket since April.  My sister will join me for a week!  

 

Go on.  Guess where?  You can come if you want.  The hats above are NOT required.

Parrot Games!

Oh um, I'm still here!  Making books on video and watching the flowers bloom.

I was videotaping in my art room late this afternoon and one of the big flocks of parrots zoomed by.  Squawking and screaming.  Their winged shadows literally moving across these sunlit walls.  I ran outside, but missed their flight maneuvers.  This happened a few more times.  Parrot games!

And the epis presented me with a double bloom this morning.  

And last week a band of racoons were cavorting under my bedroom window at 3 a.m.  I sat up in bed and leaned into the window sill to talk to them.  I feel lucky to be surrounded by city wildlife.  At times I feel like I'm in a Beatrix Potter movie.

Happy Sunday

My new spring Keens.  As cute on the outside as the inside.  I'm patiently waiting for Keens to find me like a needle in a haystack out here in the blogosphere, realize I'm their biggest fan, and subsequently decide to sponser my next trip abroad.  Which is occuring in August.  Which will be fabulous. Which I can't tell you about yet.  But soon.

In the meantime I'll just be out here on the back patio morning, noon, and night.  (back here now writing this post!) By the end of the day there are a dozen or so glasses to herd inside.  And other stacks of stuff.  See that slatted table?  found!  On a walk.  It belonged to a nice young Matt Damon look-a-like who was on his way to Tanzania.  Now it lives on my back patio and it's 459 times better than the old rickety wooden thing that didn't nearly have enough room for all my stacks. 

My extra cute Spanish friend Maria José, came over earlier this week with a bottle of 2007 Castillo Rioja Spanish wine.  I went to Fresh & Easy and picked up 3 more bottles this morning.  If you live near a F&E and you like red wine I highly recommend.  highly.

Flowers continue opening and closing over here at Moss Cottage.  My America's Sweetheart Epi bloomed on Friday and is still open!  She's the first of the season to bloom, but she's shy.  This blossom faces away from the patio.  It's okay.  Her back side is every bit as gorgeous as her front.  (btw My Nikon is in the shop so I've been using my little Fuji point & shoot lately.)

Now for some good old fashioned plant porn... Check out those big lusty Eden buds  She's such a show-off!

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A little blurb about this lacy digital frame I made today.  You can see the original card it came from in THIS post.  Leslie from A Creative Mint uses the sweetest lacy digital frames from time to time.  I've been wanting to make something similar so when I was in Paris and spotted that card at a flea market I instantly thought:  digital frame!

If you have a hankering to make a digital frame from a found treasure, this is my method using Photoshop CS.  For further questions on the process I defer to google where the answer to everything in the known universe lies.

• scan
• correct color
• select the center and fill with white
• use the magic eraser on the middle part to create a transparent center
• drop your photo on top of frame
• in the layer's palette drag that photo underneath the frame layer 
• voila!

Something Lost, Something Found

Sunday on the back patio!   A tray of journal supplies and some cats.  A cup of coffee, scissors, an enormous travel journal.

My regular writing journal. 

A stack of photos I'd printed.

A few roses.

I have a little pocket tucked inside my book for things I found on the street in Paris.  Exhibit 1:  2 recipes found in the labyrinth of metro passages underneath the streets.  Must scan and send to Chrissy so she can translate and I can make.  I'm sorry French cook person who lost them.  But please know they were found by the right person.  Me!

I love adding photos to the journal.  Scribbling on notes or things I remember.  Thoughts I find inside my head. 

Happy Sunday!

p.s.  I lost my Parisian umbrella.  With the ruffle.  Accident or tragedy...  Still trying to decide, but I'm thinking the latter.  I hope whoever finds it, loves it!

Highland Park Walkabout

I'm still walking. 

2 months ago I would have not been able to make it up this extremely steep hill that looks extremely NOT steep in this picture.

I wouldn't have seen this field of sunflowers with downtown hovering in the background.

I wouldn't have finally, after 21 years, discovered the precise (yet nameless!) tree that turns northeast LA into a giant perfume factory every spring.  I wouldn't have stood underneath it and listened to the soft roaring of a thousand bees.

 I could have stood under that tree all day waiting for one of those fragrant petals to land on my head.  But I didn't.  I kept moving.  There were other trees that needed my attention.

Other porches and fences and fields.

I felt like the Very Hungry Caterpillar.  Hungry for my neighborhood and all of its enchantments.

My very own moveable feast. 

Savoring it all... on this last week of vacation here in the homeland before heading off on my great Parisian walkabout.

The Heart Of The World Is Watching

My bottles of earth & water from travels afar have finally been made spill-proof.  If you've read DISPATCH for awhile you might know that I collect water & soil samples from places I visit.  I like hearing the tiny shells tinkle agains the glass when I pick them up.  Enjoy staring at the street rubble and imagining how it felt as it crunched under my feet.  Or how I dug down into the sand with my toes when I stood at those distant shores. ...remembering if the sun shone on the day they were collected.  Or if storm clouds gathered overhead.  I have miniature seas and oceans contained between glass.  Just little parts of the world I like to gather around me. 

After several close encounters with high-speed torpedo catters and toppled bottles I decided to seal 'em up!  I used sealing wax from a brewery that I found online. 

The most recent one from Pamucak Beach in Turkey says, "We swam in the sea and tried to do handstands!"  I loved that day. Bobbing in the water with my sister. Trying over and over again to do handstands.  Seeing who could float the longest on her back before capsizing.  Even though my sister cheated and counted extra slow when I was on my back and couldn't hear her, I think I still won!  Afterwards we put clothes over our wet swim costumes and drove up a narrow mountain road to a little village, drank fruit wine, and had Turkish appetizers.  The sun was setting when we drove back down the mountain.  I remember that.

It was sunny and lovely today.  I'm enjoying my respite from work so so much, but I've also been thinking a lot about the people in Libya fighting & dying for their freedom.  Especially the ones who are afraid to leave their homes.  One woman in particular who was having phone conversations with Anderson Cooper at night which he broadcast.  Heart wrenching.  So many Libyan citizens taking such risks to get their stories out to the rest of the world.  And across the Middle East great waves of people yearning to be heard and seen.  I couldn't let another day pass without mentioning it here on the blog.  Because I'm thinking about it and rooting for that great sea of humanity a continent and ocean away.  Sending you hope dear Libya.  You aren't alone.  The heart of the world is watching.

 

And If you're curious about Libya like I am here is a travel video.  It's long, but beautiful.

love letters

hello lemon tree.  i have noted your location and will return forthwith to harvest a couple of your prized fruits.  my lemon tree only bore 3 lemons this year and I already picked them and turned them into marmalade.   you want me to do this.  i can sense it.

dear geranium,

you make frozen winter hearts everywhere smile.  people wave at you when they pass.  everyone admires your flashy coral pom poms.  you're great.  i love you and so does everyone else.

right on yellow house!

you're special.  i can tell by the little pot of plastic daisies on your porch rail.  only a house who is trying in earnest to be cheerful has those.

dear driveway garden,

you're doing a good job.  everything looks happy and alive.  you're just as good as all the other gardens.  you've got spunk.

dear yellow mum plant gone wild,   you're very extroverted i can see.  the way you're growing right through the fence is astonishing.  i bet when you're owner bought you at trader joe's last year and planted you she never dreamed you'd get so VOLUPTUOUS!

dear bougainvillea,  you make me want to put on a pair of platform shoes and dance to loud disco music.  or get out my pogo stick.  one or the other.  you're FUN.

and you.  old garage the color of sky.  through your layers of peeling paint and clouded windows i can see the essence of who you really are.  you're a real find.  steady & true.  those boring new garages don't have anything on you.

dear blog readers:

it's friday.  i've just started my 45 day vacation.  i can now be a self i haven't been for awhile.  galloping free!  disco dancing!  writing love letters to plants and houses.  it's how i roll.

Saturday Walkabout

Wanna go for a walk with me?  You should know:  I'm no power walker.  Especially up hills.  I'll have to stop and catch my breath.  A lot.  You'll get impatient.  Bring your camera, it'll give you something to do.

Let's head down the hill and turn left on the busy street.  Look at all the other people out walking!  Look at those people standing at the bus stop arguing!   Look at that woman herding all her kids down the sidewalk!  Look at that woman in the red sunglasses and neon shoes!  Oh, that's me...

Did you know there was going to be this much to SEE?  This many things blooming?  This much sunshine?  Little plastic horses?

Quick LOOK UP!  It's  a large flock of red-headed parrots swooping over our heads!  Let's cross the street and watch them in that tree over there.  Wow.  They're so big.  And cute.  And loud.   It's parrot paradise.  I bet you didn't know that  parts of LA are home to flocks of wild parrots.   You can read about them HERE.   

Don't stand DIRECTLY under the tree!  Told you.

Are you getting lots of ideas for your garden?

Okay, time to go left again and head up into some hills.  The views will be worth it.  I might need a push.

I'm just gonna sit on this little wall and catch my breath for a minute.  Or two.  You go on ahead.  I'll catch up.

I always wanted a pink camelia tree in my front yard.  You too?

Time to climb back up the hill towards home.  Whew.  I'm totally exhausted, but also feeling a bit euphoric.  There's a combination of rainbows, kittens, and strawberry sundaes blooming in my heart.  Let's make some peace signs and go stand on the corner!

Okay.  maybe next time.

Catch & Release

A typical weekend at Moss Cottage.  I did some of this...

While Buck mostly did this...

And the lizard Wyatt adopted as a pet was doing this...

In.  My.  Bed.

Today Is Not Sunday, But Yesterday Was

I cut into my first lemon from my first lemon tree.  Perfect little sections.  Perfect rind.  Perfect seeds. Perfect juice bomb. Lovesick.  That's me.

It may as well be the first lemon on earth.  And I just discovered it.  No one can tell me different.

The facts:  I sit.  I stare.  I open.  I close. 

Someone went to the Pantages yesterday to see HAIR.  Yes she did.  When the tribe goes skipping through the aisles with their flowers these were deposited in my lap.