drowning at 7 feet sea level
I always post the first lily of the season, but the pictures are usually… well, better than this. I couldn’t be bothered to get my camera out this time…
I used to have a big bed in the back stuffed with these things (and a plumeria) but I dug everything up a few years ago and now they’re all over, in dribs and drabs… one or two in one place. They make a better display all together, though.
The difference between the first and second picture: 12 inches and a shadow. In reality they’re all deeply, brilliantly blue.
My friend Joanie first taught me about shadows and light and for that I thank her, because I look for it everywhere now. 😉
Are you bored? Surprisingly enough, me too.
What is this strange liquid emanating from the Bird of Paradise ‘boat’? Oh, Joanie! I was supposed to look for different colors! Totally forgot!
My baby. I raised him from a seed. (And yes, I need to redo the beds. Currently pressure cleaning in the back, so it will have to wait a bit.)
Had no idea arecas could grow so dang high!
Welcome to the Cracker Box!
Another group of plants I never thought would go so far!
I already have a list, but seeing these pictures… let’s just say I’ve added several items.
Not mine; I can barely grow grass. Took it through the fence. For some reason my neighbors are aces at growing things.
Sometimes I just need to look at green. Weird, right? To me it’s even more soothing than blue.
Guess it’s a good thing I’m completely surrounded by the stuff.
Is that a mosquito feeding off a mosquito killer? If so, that’s enough irony for me today…
I think I like his bemused expression in this pic better…
I had no idea that those little flowery things on Firebush plants actually open!
And what is this?? They’re hanging off a rapidly growing tree.
And this weird looking thing?
Look what I found while cleaning out one of the beds! Crafty little devil, tucked away out of eyesight. Well, not anymore…
I count shadows from at least six different sources..
I love morning.
Look at my pretty babies! Growing out of their makeshift pots like fledglings falling out of nests…
Rocks are so chaotic, don’t you think? Seen from the street they might give a uniform appearance, but up close, it’s like a stony holy war.
Okay, here’s the story, more silly than funny. I’m still painting. (And yes, still on the first room. Go ahead and laugh. We’ll talk when you’re 60.) Everything is done in the master bedroom except baseboards.
While the bed was pulled out last week I painted the baseboards in that area, which included caulking. Now… I’m a very neat painter, but caulk? It gets everywhere, as if I simply open the tube and start spraying it with childish abandon… AND, instead of putting gloves on, my hands were nekkid. Of course. Well, it didn’t take too long for my right hand to be completely covered in caulk. And it freaked me out; that stuff just doesn’t want to come off! If only my store had Lava, but I can’t find it around here.
Dawn and Bartender’s Helper proved useless, so I ran into the bathroom and found some face wash… the kind with little beads to help exfoliate dead skin. Ew. So I’m washing… and washing… and the stuff’s not budging! In fact, the damned beads had stuck to the caulk, so now it looks -and feels- like I’m wearing a beaded glove.
Acetone saved the day, but how surreal there for a minute…
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