Purple Flowers As A Trojan Horse, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:51am
Here’s what’s blooming in my garden; dicentra, commonly known as Bleeding Heart. This I believe is dicentra formosa. Here’s what’s not blooming, iris douglasiana, commonly
Here’s what’s blooming in my garden; dicentra, commonly known as Bleeding Heart. This I believe is dicentra formosa. Here’s what’s not blooming, iris douglasiana, commonly
Yesterday I woke up with a shoulder so sore I said “Ow!” out loud, repeatedly, even when I wasn’t moving. I had injured it 3-4
I am oddly cranky. I suspect this is due a host of things out of my control. I prefer to solve external problems for fixes
Christmas has been held and had, full to the brim of my favorite humans. I hope, if you celebrate, yours was good. And that if
I hope all of you who celebrate had a good Thanksgiving. It was just me and my husband this year. So we walked to a
I know that when reading a blog I generally don’t want to hear about its inner workings. How often people write, their thought process about
As you may have heard San Francisco broke heat records yesterday, with temperatures of 106℉. Down here on the Peninsula we went even higher, to
I had the weirdest illness this week. At least I think it was an illness but I’m not quite sure. One night I was lying
This is one of those moments when I don’t think I have an apolitical Saturday post in me. I could tell you that a Monarch
In honor of summer, that blue-eyed 40-year old dancing under a pergola who throws back her head to feel her hair on her shoulders, I’m
Right now I like what other people are writing so much that I think I’ll stay quiet and post their links. From Mardel, about clearing
It’s been a quiet week. I published a new post on Medium, here, in full awareness of my limitations. I first wrote the piece very simply,
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