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February 21, 2010
Sunday Garden Tour
 
back door bell
nasturtiums are creeping in everywhere, but not a blossom in sight. yet.














the daffodils are everywhere as well.














the succulent lady, up to her nose in it.











 
snapdragons and lemons in the potting garden.
 



conversation









 
the brooms like everything else being consumed by the nasturtium.
 



calendula in the driveway











tulips in the front yard






we had modest plans to get to work back there but it looks like it will have to wait another week. 
rain forecasted for the next few days.

nest tour here


February 19, 2010

last night my phone rang
while i was in a deep heavy sleep and though i went to sleep expecting the call by the time it came my body had long been abandoned, thrown into a dark mossy well. i was an enormous barnacle covered whale of a thing slithering through mud. it took about a month to discover and operate my arm and then there were words i had to form and though i could sense them floating around in my mind i couldn’t quite reach them and when finally i did my mouth seemed to be lined with felt. i had questions but almost as soon as i thought them i lost interest, all i wanted was to go back into that mossy cave but of course i couldn’t.
i hate when that happens.
 
this morning my ring tone is on continuous play in my head and i’m afraid it’s going to wear tiny holes in my skull and what’s left of my brain will seep out, so i’m looking for a new ring tone.
February 19, 2010

last night my phone rang
while i was in a deep heavy sleep and though i went to sleep expecting the call by the time it came my body had long been abandoned, thrown into a dark mossy well. i was an enormous barnacle covered whale of a thing slithering through mud. it took about a month to discover and operate my arm and then there were words i had to form and though i could sense them floating around in my mind i couldn’t quite reach them and when finally i did my mouth seemed to be lined with felt. i had questions but almost as soon as i thought them i lost interest, all i wanted was to go back into that mossy cave but of course i couldn’t.
i hate when that happens.
 
this morning my ring tone is on continuous play in my head and i’m afraid it’s going to wear tiny holes in my skull and what’s left of my brain will seep out, so i’m looking for a new ring tone.
February 19, 2010

last night my phone rang
while i was in a deep heavy sleep and though i went to sleep expecting the call by the time it came my body had long been abandoned, thrown into a dark mossy well. i was an enormous barnacle covered whale of a thing slithering through mud. it took about a month to discover and operate my arm and then there were words i had to form and though i could sense them floating around in my mind i couldn’t quite reach them and when finally i did my mouth seemed to be lined with felt. i had questions but almost as soon as i thought them i lost interest, all i wanted was to go back into that mossy cave but of course i couldn’t.
i hate when that happens.
 
this morning my ring tone is on continuous play in my head and i’m afraid it’s going to wear tiny holes in my skull and what’s left of my brain will seep out, so i’m looking for a new ring tone.
february 17, 2010

there will be yoga this morning. there will be concentrated noisy breathing and stinky sweat and hopefully dear sweet 7.8 lb baby jesus there will be a loosening of all those gluey joints and at least an hour of no crazy loop thinking just being in this (well padded) bag of bones.
february 17, 2010

there will be yoga this morning. there will be concentrated noisy breathing and stinky sweat and hopefully dear sweet 7.8 lb baby jesus there will be a loosening of all those gluey joints and at least an hour of no crazy loop thinking just being in this (well padded) bag of bones.
february 17, 2010

there will be yoga this morning. there will be concentrated noisy breathing and stinky sweat and hopefully dear sweet 7.8 lb baby jesus there will be a loosening of all those gluey joints and at least an hour of no crazy loop thinking just being in this (well padded) bag of bones.

february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three
 

february 16, 2010
this morning the house feels and looks like a sanctuary, a holy space where peace and tranquility reign supreme throughout the land but where things are slightly off kilter like that potted snake plant aka mother-in-law’s tongue.
that’s the way of it here.
tulip day three