Single Shot Monday: Graffiti Works…

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Yes. Click it bigger.

As you tour the Evergreen Brick Works, in the building that houses the kilns and Holcim Gallery you’ll find walls of graffiti. It’s on the brick. It’s on the doors. It’s on the ovens. And I have to say it adds quite a visual interest to the brick. This building is where the bricks were fired. Back in the day.

Graffiti fascinates me. What about you?

In the areas of Toronto that I frequent, there is a great deal of mural painting on the exterior of buildings and in underpasses. Mural painting is more structured, but I appreciate them both. And I think it gives a unique character to neighborhoods in the big TO.

You know the drill for Single Shot Monday.

One. Un. Uno.

In other news ~

Last week found me taking not one, but two courses. Gwen Hernandez offers online classes on Scrivener. As the author of Scrivener for Dummies, she certainly has the expertise. I was taking Scrivener I, which is a solid overview, and will most certainly get you comfortable with the Scrivener environment. My brain started to fry on the Compiler overview. That course wraps up midweek. I hope to catch Scrivener II in October, but scheduling may be a problem.

And because the opportunity came at the same time — Isn’t that always the way? — I spent last week in The Art of Building A Blogging Career with Karen Bertelsen from The Art of Doing Stuff. This was five, intense, one-hour, live video sessions. It was the fast and the furious. It was the fun and the hilarious. I can’t stop thinking about Diet Coke.

I’m still processing what I learned there. And what I mean by processing is my eyes aren’t blinking yet, and my hair looks like it’s been knotted into a garlic braid.

And Monday is in the house.


Clost Shot Friday 069 and Feed Finds…

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Don’t look in the upper left corner and you won’t go blind. I should have taken my own advice. I’m still blinking dots.

Still, I love this vintage truck so much. The windows look like they might’ve melted a little bit.

That bumper is hanging on for dear life.

Somebody fled and left the door open. Did you notice that?

She’s probably having a triple hit of espresso at Balzac’s right now.

That’s where I’d be if the bumper was hanging by a bolt on my vintage truck, and the windows were all melty, and the headlights were gone, baby, gone.

You got a shot of the hood, the grill here.

Wait until you see the interior.

I’m saving that for a special moment.

Meanwhile, back on the intertoobs. Let’s do a little…

Feed Finds

For Organic Foodies Everywhere ~ @ Eye Candy Popper – ECP’s Heirloom Tomato, Zucchini and Goat Cheese Stack. ECP is a French Canadian eco-blogger with a passion for healthy living. We share a love of tomatoes and locally grown food, among other things. Click on over.

For DIY Lovers ~ @ The Lettered Cottage – Layla’s Laundry Room Countertop and Reclaimed Wood Shelves. I’ve been reading Layla for a while. She has such a love for everything she does. And one of the things she loves best is repurposing salvage finds. I have lust in my heart for what she’s done with this old door. Shh. Don’t tell her. Click. On. Over.

For Writers and Other Multitaskers ~ @ Kristen Lamb’s Blog – Multi-Tasking vs. Multi-Focusing – Be Fruitful Not Busy. Kristen always dishes the tough love with a healthy dose of humor. As a writer, she’s one of my go-to reads. Click. Click. Click.

For Humor Lovers ~ @ WebDonuts – Mike Gruhn’s Twist. I never miss Gruhn humor. It lands in my mailbox every morning. Clickety click. And then click some more.

TGIF, baby.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…


The Producer…

First things first.

Just so there isn’t any confusion.

Why, yes. I did change my header image. Thank you for noticing.

You did notice, right?

I do that from time to time. It’s like moving furniture. It must be done.

You may notice other little tweaks over the next few weeks.

Then, again, maybe not. I don’t know how much decaffeine you’ve had before you hit this site.

Do not be alarmed.

It’s just me.

Moving furniture.

Meanwhile, back at Burbville Farm & Gardens.

Remember this?

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Miss Chadwick Cherry?

I’ve been calling her Miss Chadwick Cherry all summer long when, in fact, this is Chadwick’s Cherry. As in… Alan Chadwick.

Thunks head on desk.

And referring to this tomato as Miss Chadwick’s Cherry just seems wrong, and maybe NSFW — not safe for work.

For the purpose of this post, Chadwick’s Cherry will remain She Who Must Be She.

She started out her burbville garden life in a little seed packet from Edible Antiques.

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Chadwick’s first picture. More like a sonogram really.

This was my first year of growing from seed.

I started in April, but probably should have started in March.

It’s hard to tell. We had a cool, wet summer.

This represents four varieties — three plants of each. In no particular order, because I can’t tell them apart right now — There is a key somehwere. — Chadwick’s Cherry, Cherokee Purple, Constoluto Fiorentino, and Dr. Carolyn.

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Little Miss Sprout. Finally, the morning sickness is over.

We’re sprouting. We’re sprouting!

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Peat pots, baby!

This went up on Instagram as my version of take-out salad bar. You’re looking at four types of tomato here.

I ended up with some square shots here. Don’t ask me how.

But, you know…

Hip to be square.

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Chadwick’s Cherry is in the ground.

The lone survivor of three seedlings.

I can’t really talk about it.

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The little cherry that could.

And she grew, and she grew, and she grew.

See the original tomato cage? Then the first set of stakes? Then the second?

Over the fence now.

Enjoy, neighbors!

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Chadwick’s first turning.

Proud mama.

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We’ve been collecting a basket of these every other day now.

I might have eaten a few during the photo shoot.


We call it…

The Producer.

Here be Hump Day.

Eat a tomato. You’ll feel better.


Single Shot Monday: Benched…

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I like groups of things.

I like things in fours.

I like leaves on the ground.

I took a little respite on this bench before I snapped it.

It’s my way.

It was a solid bench with a good view.

A view of the city.

In other news ~

In the morning, I don’t leap out of bed in a single bound.


In the morning, the hills aren’t alive with the sound of music for me.

Shocker, the sequel.

In the morning, I do not engage, and I do not like to be engaged with.

Yeah, we’ll just end that sentence with a prep. Because — hey — it’s Monday. And it’s morning.

So. Saturday morning I stood at the bathroom sink, with my spiked hair and sheet-wrinkled face and sleep-glued eyes, and proceeded to brush my teeth with…

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Yeah. Cortizone 10 plus. Creme + 10 healing moisturizers.

It looked just like a travel size tube of Colgate.

It didn’t taste like a travel size tube of Colgate.

The good news… I hadn’t swallowed yet.

Spit, spit, SPIT.

I grabbed the Listerine Total Care.

Swish, swish, SWISH.

I yelled down the stairs to Mr. G, honey.

Call the pharmacy. Tell them I just brushed my teeth with Cortizone 10 plus.

I know. You wanted to see the look on his face. Me, too.

Tell them I didn’t swallow.


Tell them I swished with Listerine.


Ask them what I should do.


I looked at my toothbrush and lobbed it into the dustbin.

I ripped open a new brush and vigorously brushed my teeth with toothpaste. Vigorously, as in now the enamel will have to be checked.

Then I rinsed with Listerine Total Care. Again.

The eyes had popped open. The hair was still spiked, but now those spikes were agitated. Add Cortizone, Listerine, and toothpaste spit to my sheet-wrinkled face, and Saturday morning was looking good.

I yelled down the stairs.

Tell the pharmacist I did this, this, and this.

I waited.



[long pause]

I sensed the head-shake. I felt the grin-creep.

Yeah. The pharmacist said you did it right.

Go ahead. Laugh, G-Man. You know you want to.

My middle name isn’t Lucy for nothing.

And Monday is in the house.


Close Shot Friday 068

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Sea Anemones.

This shot is from my Saturday excursion to Ripley’s Aquarium Toronto.

Clicking shots in darkened tunnels, with artificial light, through glass. I had no idea how challenging that would be.

Tons of clicks later and I have very few shots that I sorta, kinda, even like.

This was one of them.

It practically glows, in a nuclear-mushroom-cloud kind of way.


I’ll just have to bask in the experience.

It was a whale of a time. Make that a shark of a time.

Here be dangerous lagoons.

I’m in the middle of a 17-day course on Scrivener. There’s a lot of blog reading in my future. I am woefully behind.

TGIF, baby.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

Wait! Better go without me… Scrivener!!


Single Shot Monday: Hide-And-Peek…

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Took a little field trip to the big TO on Saturday. The occasion was a postponed birthday wander through Ripley’s Aquarium Toronto. Birthday girl’s choice.

It was a hide-and-peek kind of day. The marine life were hiding and peeking, the buildings were hiding and peeking, and the peeps were hiding and peeking.

And I’m hiding and peeking on Front Street taking this shot.

And Monday peeks through.