My sister took this photo of her daughter playing in a puddle. I think it is one of the best pictures ever.
I think I’ll do all pink ones.
My blue-clad legs and bare feet. I love how Spottie must touch my skin with his feet, if at all possible.
But then I had to get up. Which is always difficult, especially when your right leg has now gone entirely to sleep and feels like a chunk of wood that also hurts like ever-living-hell. I’m blaming the weird leg-nerve damage from my fucked up spine on the fact it takes longer for my leg to wake up than it does for me to realise it has gone to sleep.
In any case: they were on me because I was sitting in front of a fire.
Spot is an old man, and I can guess that his nose doesn’t work as well as it used to. It’s my only explanation for the way he decided to curl up – face in his ‘brother’s’ butt. Mmm.
Brotherly love – even sans my legs as a nice warm moat against the world.
Have any of my fine friends read the Xeelee Sequence? Because I’m loving the hell out of it, and stretching my brain in the process. I’d love to talk to someone else who has done the same. I’m nearly done, and my head is swimming with naked singularities and quantum fissures and wormholes and alllll of this amazing stuff. Is Stephen Baxter a genius? I have trouble wrapping my head around some of these ideas, and that is a rare feeling -I love it!
They are still just baby buds at the moment, the size of my thumbnail, but I’m so excited to have them coming up!
Will it be yellow? Will it be white?
I’ve always wanted these. So glad I finally found some seed for sale as already-growing plants are quite pricey. I have six – and who knows what colours they will be?! Stay tuned!
They are feeling left out.
Remember the new lilies I planted back in April? It was a bit late, I know, but they are finally up.
The first ones to awaken are very small.
Not so sure they go well with the big pink and cream ones up above?
The packaging said they were meant to be short, only 14-16cm (5.5 – 6.3in tall) – ha! One is that short. The other is a good 2.5 feet or 76cm tall! As big as the Pixels are meant to get – you can see that the short one is taller than the tall one, in the first photos. Go figure. I expect I have mutants.
The not-sweet pea lives right behind where I’ve planted the nasturtium, and comes back every year. It is MASSIVE. Not-sweet because it has no scent, bummer eh? This is from seeds I collected in Akron, Ohio, in a year that didn’t start with a 2. Considering I moved here in 2005, it is amazing it was still viable.
I have soooo many pictures now. It’s crazy. Scores of them, each of a bloom that lasted just 8 hours or so. There are literally too many to post.
What should I do? I could do an all-pink post, or all-yellow, or all-red; or the funky striped hybrid I seem to have created accidentally. I can’t pick the ‘best of’ as every one is perfect and amazing.
Okay. I have two “cheating” pictures, where there is more than one flower in the shot. I’ll start with those.
A rare, dry morning!
Oh, and did I say I had two ‘cheating’ pictures? Turns out it was 13. Whoopsie!
Hope you liked them – and I am willing to post seed to you, if you want to give them a try. First year they won’t bloom, but the next? You get this madness!
We buy toilet paper. TP. Loo roll. Bog roll. Bum wad. Or my new favourite: shit tickets.
Isn’t that great? Shit tickets. I’m so using that next time we run low. “Hey, honey? Buy some more shit tickets next time you are out!”
“Hey, honey? I used too many shit tickets and blocked up the jacks again!” [Jacks being the Irish term for the toilet – of which there are wayyyy too many slang terms for me to list.]
I bet you buy TP, too! Unless you steal it from work. I’m not judging.
What I bet you don’t have is specific instruction on what to do with your new purchase.