The trimmed shrubs and the new hydrangea bush look good, but one of the landscapers thought the rock sculpture was real and stepped on it. Oops. Ceramic.
Or, it could be a book called attack of the giant hostas. With this level of rainfall, I could start putting our tiny fairy houses next to the hostas so they look like dinosaur trees.
The rock is not a rock; it is a ceramic sculptural piece done by my daughter that is slowly transforming with the seasons. I take a photo of it a couple of times year to see how it changes. The last round of hail gave it some holes, but the texture of the flaking surface … Continue reading Rock garden
... and my strength is finally coming back from a long bout of bronchitis and travel fatigue. I'm tired now, of course, but I got normal chores done, and that is something, considering. I also went to Petsmart on a Saturday, which is a treacherous thing for someone with three cats, all rescues. Count of … Continue reading Feels like summer
Carved bone/ivory detail on a lacquer cabinet.
Sophie says, "You had all day to take photos and now it's 9:53 PM and you're resorting to "Look at the cat!". For shame, Human. For shame.
It is going to storm today for sure, so here I am at 8:00 AM or so, getting this done before the storm blows the blossoms to the ground.
Just barely out is Shannon R. Wooden and Ken Gillam's Pixar's Boy Stories: Masculinity in a Postmodern Age. This is an important addition to any gender studies bookshelf.
Once again, it's April, National Poetry Month, and I'm beginning the Poem-a-Day Challenge. Some years are more successful than others for me, and I do this best when I know others are doing it or if I have some interior goal. For example, last year's challenge was an idea gone wrong. I did it even … Continue reading National Poetry Month
Those are not leaves. Birds.