Luggage is My Life

The person walking down a garden path

...should feel like a character. Moses parting the Red Sea. Stanley seeking Livingstone.

Simone & Tom in France: No longer

1st day home. For one day only. Tomorrow: St. Louis, condemned to the middle seat. Global warming has advanced blooming at our little New England grass shack by several weeks. We used to say, Don't plant before Memorial Day, May 30. There is probably even a rhyming maxim. Today is April 14: I have a bunch of annuals to put in the ground and my strawberry plants over-wintered. To count the petals, click any image to enlarge.

Dictionary of words I've created because I'm losing my mind

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Can you see the reclining man and his kneecaps?

Birds in the spring...

...at sunset, in East Lansing, Michigan: industrial mating calls. Or maybe the mating is done and the joy of reproduction is surging through their throats. Musical artillery barrages, thinning out as the warm sherbet sun slides beneath ... and there's the inaccuracy: a sliding sun, not a merry-go-round planet.

It's daffodil season in the gardens

Every day, a fresh bouquet added to the accumulating cascade indoors.

Worst winter ever?

I can accurately report that mosquito season in Rhode Island has begun, as of March 12, 2012.

A fungus humongous

Click the pretty picture ... and be surprised.

Jessica & Bart brot us budding tulips, oh joy

 
Click an image to enlarge and smell the details.

A twig oven grows near Brooklyn, CT

What it looks like at ground level. What it looks like at street level. What it looks like when it burns on a snowy day. Click to enlarge and classify the botana.