Bring me her heart.

I think this image hath lulled me out of my slump!

via Souvenirs of a Girl

Yes, deer

The other night I had the most vivid dream I was riding a mossy deer with antlers made of peacock feathers.  One can't find pictures of such creatures often, but I stumbled on this one today and thought it a good substitute. 

 Found by way of Portland blogger, Color Collective.

The Snows of Kilimanjaro

For the first time I've had this thing, I seem to be having a sort of writer's block or bloggers block, I can't say I'm a writer. 

Several things have been keeping me busy, working on my garden, work period, running again, learning how to fly-fish, etc. so I guess that's my excuse.  Does that work?

This time of year I want to throw all technology into the sea and work in the yard in my underwear, forgetting the neighbors can still see me.

We're working for a man who looks JUST like Ernest Hemingway at this age.  Even his interests are the same!  His writing came up the other day (after my proding) and I mentioned the two were doppelgangers. 

He said that was the best compliment anyone has ever given him.

Hortulus Decorus

I've been holding off on doing this post. I know none of you care, but let's talk about my garden!

It looks just like this!!!

(Not at all actually)

The terracotta urns are doing quite well, the moss has taken and the ferns are giganticus.  The dichondra took well too, and is oozing its way down to the ground.  The escargot rex begonias look like an under-the-sea creature! A friendly old fella (ask ANYone questions!) told me to prune my rose bush RIGHT NOW, back in early May. I want to send him a bouquet of my most bodacious looking roses.  What a difference!

On the "potted eating things from seed experiment", the mesclun grew like a pubescent boy as did the nasturtiums, but the basil is still lagging behind.  I haven't given up, but let's say there is a bigger, bolder bought basil on the other side of the deck away from view. 

The perennials are quite well, thank you, but are such independent thinkers I let them do their own thing. 

I also let the wild rose go a little crazy, as with this viney thing, which now is blooming the most beautiful flowers!

-Drum Roll-

Reader(s) of this blog, know how I've bitched and moaned about my lavender not growing.  I'd ask many an experienc'd gardener, and they'd grab their stomachs, roll their heads back and guffaw at me.  "Lavender?  In New England?!  Nearly impossible."  Some were friendly and say add lime.  I read to add gravel.  I did all this, along with singing songs at bedtime, playing cat's cradle and watering with my salty tears. 

 But I felt it was no use.  Until...I came back from my trip.  I threw my suitcase down, ran outside and looked down on it.  It's no use!, it looked all ratty and grassy.  And yet I wonder, I thought.  Ratty?  Actually rather verdant...and that's not grass, those are the stems to the THOUSANDS (OK tens) of buds!!!  Not only that, the lavender hath grown in girth and might!  It's....a BUSH! 

So that's that for now...bear with me.  As aan amateur gardener any little improvement is so exciting for me.

 And for the record, when I have children, they will be the only smart ones in the Universe.

The Sculptor and the King

by George de Forest Brush

What a name and what a painting!?  (Although somewhat inaccurate.)  Left me in awe.

I had too much to dream last night...

Nathaniel was playing this song when I was in Portland, and I couldn't stop playing it over and over.  Perfect for those foggy Pacific Northwest mornings driving around in an old gold Volvo.  This picture, which has been saved to my hardrive for about two years, kept popping into my head.  Have a listen and try not to fall in love:

{Thank you Lenaya putting this song on a CD for Anzie, who then let Nathanial borrow it, who then played it for me}

Kötzschenbroda Express

Oh Weimar Berlin...I love thee.