Around the Garden

I’m calling my yard a ‘garden’, if that’s alright? K.

Faith produces!

Perhaps I need a third crepe to name ‘Love’. A red one!

Oh, the humanity!

So, the yard guy doesn’t know that Purple Heart is a valuable member of the garden community. Either of them! I am bereft, but they’re tough little monkeys; I’m sure they’ll be back soon.

Daisy… digs.

She is actually tearing the rock apart. Daisy once ripped a lawnmower to pieces. Tires, rubber thingys that hang down, etc… We thought it was so incredibly cute we let her do it.

That’s who we are; enablers.

I’m currently working in the front. So far I’ve pared a bed of areca palms by half. It’s hot, nasty, ant riddled work, but satisfying. Pictures to follow. Of course.

It’s My Birthday

One year ago tonight I took Bree on her last car ride.

It’s been a long, bad year. Other than that horrible night I’ve not mourned her, pushing everything down deep.. so far down I couldn’t feel anything. Then a week ago I was cleaning the house, listening to music (some of us dinosaurs still have iPods!) and James Taylor’s Never Die Young started. I didn’t notice, until he sang “…take the sky, forsake the moon…”. And I collapsed into a weeping rag. You could have done anything to me at that moment; I was immersed in grief, not reality.

Younghaven’s Take the Sky, a.k.a. ‘Breagha’

Silly girl.

Guess you’re really gone. At least I can cry for you now. I will forever miss you and forever look for you everywhere, as if you’re only just out of sight.

Fat Corgi, Nekkid Dachshund

…for Joanie!

What’s really funny is that I can never get her belly hair, so it’s always wafting away down there… along with some of the foot hair because Queen Daisy is a diva and doesn’t want her feet touched.