July 22nd, 2010
I planted a tiny pot of hen and chicks in my garden in 2008. I can’t imagine why I didn’t take a picture of the little succulents. They were adorable in their micro-pot, probably three inches in diameter. The botanical name for hen and chicks is sempervivum, which, in the dusty old Latin, means always alive. Try saying that six times real quick. Sempervivum, sempervivum, supercalifragilisticexpiali…Go ahead. We’ll wait.
June 2009
These chicks have tripled, quadrupled, super-sized. Lookin’ good, chickies.
May 2010
Mama Hen is putting on weight and multiplying. I think she ate one too many peanut butter whoopie cookies over the blizzard months. Okay, that might have been me.
End of May 2010
Uh, oh. What is happening here, Mama Hen?
July 2010
Mama Hen, I thought we had the talk about safe…
Oh, Mama!
Days later, July 2010
You never listen!
Reap what ye sow, Mama. Reap what ye sow.
Okay. I’m just having a little fun with you today. It comes under the heading of procrasti-writing. But our time together here is over. Muse Boy — remember that hunk-of-burnin’-mat-master from yesterday? — He’s hovering. Hovering, I tell you. That can only mean one thing.
Write or die!
Elen
July 21st, 2010
for this…
…to ripen.
In the summer, I live for tomatoes, baby!
Vine ripened grape, cherry, plum, beefsteak tomato goodness.
They become snack food, toasted tomato sandwiches, grilled cheese & tomato, BLTs, ratatouille, Ray’s Red Sauce, broiled sides, and on without end.
Do you have a fave way to prep and consume tomatoes? Let’s hear it.
Conn is standing over my shoulder as I post. How did that happen? Remember Conn here and here? It’s probably the tomato talk. He’s a much more selective — and by selective, I mean picky — eater than Sven. Let’s just say, he doesn’t have the sweet tooth that Sven has.
I guess Conn is back. I haven’t been able to wrangle out of him exactly where he’s been all this time. Yet! I’m guessing he got on board with one of Sven’s island vacays. You know the ones. They usually involve some chick named Birgit or Ilsa. Let’s just say the legs are long, the hair is blond and braided down to the other hemisphere, and the Great White North is a Double D — DD. I can feel Conn’s eyebrow raise as he continues to read breathes down my neck, so I’m thinking I’m on the right track here…
You!…Write!
This is Bad Boy Mat Muse. He’s also known as Wonder Boy Muse and Alpha Muse, depending on my mood, and his. Conn used to be in the sidebar, upper right corner. I took him down when I adopted my first soldier with Soldiers’ Angels. Said I would leave him down until my soldier came home. Then, I just adopted another soldier…and another. I can’t see when I won’t be an angel with SA, so Conn is back. He is eye candy for my writer’s brain and keeps my word count crunched. Sometimes, he brings out my inner drama queen. Did you just hear a snicker?
Come and get me, Muse Boy.
Elen
