These are the front yard chives, no relation to the backyard chives. They speak different dialects and don’t get them started on whose ancestors shot whose a thousand years ago. Criminy! Let it go, guys!
A Little Is All Right
Category Archives: Flowers in a Frothing Green
As I Lose My Light
Tomorrow, we expect a brief return to wintery weather, followed in the coming days by the breathtaking newness of spring. Already, green is nearly everywhere. I am uncharacteristically hopeful.
I’ve Seen Blue Skies Through
This wood chip plotted its escape from the yard, but did not get far.
Everything All the Time
It’s November, when the unnamed university lets me work on its food pantry project and I try to do six other things at the same time. Between that and trying to hibernate, I’m a wreck! I forget which one of us is me. You’ve heard me yap about this a billion times. I think that’s you.
We were wearing the same outfit. I was so embarrassed.
This afternoon, I tried to lie down for a nap, but could only think of tasks I should be ticking off. I got up, but then cats curled up on me. I am stuck hoping we can hibernate together.
Up With Your Favorite Disguise
A little at a time, I am putting the garden to bed for the winter. Also: I keep trying to put me to bed for the winter because hibernating sounds better than frozen slush any day.
Down Comes the Night
Warned of a sudden freeze, we brought in a number of outdoor plants. Not everyone was overjoyed.
Take Nothing With You But
Today’s horse chestnuts are tomorrow’s seed bombs. I shall fling them everywhere in hopes of feeding critters or planting trees that feed critters, because critters need to eat and we need trees to breathe.
A Girl Who Claims That
Even Topaz won’t argue the point.
Blue Days Black Nights
This season, I’ve been concentrating on using my resources wisely. I make mistakes, like buying eggplants and finding myself too tired to fry and package them for winter. Ah well. This, however, it a success story. Yesterday, I made roasted vegetable ravioli and set aside a little cheese filling.
They volunteered and I thank them for it.
Last week, I discovered a volunteer zucchini plant where my summer squashes had withered and died. It was all very mysterious until the plant was suddenly covered with male blossoms. That is a problem you solve with cheese. Here, we see problem: solved.
Ourselves Under Pressure
Summer, like a bad boyfriend, departs without a word, but with the scent of lighter fluid.
Poor Impulse Control 