To Warm Me

She is a monster waiting to swallow the world. Really. Look at her (maw at the ready, lips as sharp as blades) waiting to bloom into something bright and beautiful that promises to take your breath away. Fine, so she will keep you from breathing by being all stunning and stuff, but your brain will still starve for air… um, I might’ve taken this metaphor a bit too far *cough*.
Anyhoo, from this angle, doesn’t my amaryllis look like a glorious monster about to swallow something whole? At first, I wondered if she was working with Cthulhu, but… no tentacles. So, she’s probably a free (freaky) agent.

Yes, my Wicked Luvs, you are correct. This is how my plants and I survive winter (and those long…….. periods between recovering/healing and more medical procedures to come—we birth tales, giggle and cackle at wondrous (if silly) things. All right, I tell the tales. But my plants are great listeners.

to warm me and mine,
I (will) spring stories
out of snow in March

in my urban woods,
limbs stiff but spread wide, I wait
for the kiss of spring

My Piano Man Captures a Sweet Family Moment

My in-laws’ garden grows all sorts of beauties. This summer, we were greeted by bright roses, fragrant basil, and a black-eyed Susan dressed in blushing autumnal yum.

The garden was the center of this year’s vacation. My Piano Man spent most of his time building a raised garden bed. Watching him work was fun and then some… *giggles*.

Yes, I helped. I needed a socially acceptable reason to have fun with a sledgehammer, an ax, a cutter mattock, a shovel…

Don’t believe that it was all work. There was county fair enjoyment, birthday celebration, sunset delight, relaxing at the beach…

…the Little Princess made herself into art and everything.

My favorite picture from the trip: while my Piano Man tries to capture a sweet family moment (he shared his intent), the Little Princess completely ignores him (she was busy screaming at crows), my in-laws don’t hear him (they were looking at a barge that was transporting a house), I show my maturity and attentiveness by sticking my tongue out. But, be honest, he is so handsome that you probably wouldn’t have noticed us anyway.

Our trip to Friday Harbor is always the perfect end to the summer. It gets us ready for the madness to come. October is nuts around here—fall shows for my Piano Man, pre-winter tests for me, and Nature doing her yearly striptease… one leaf at a time. Perfect.