Tuesday is the New Monday…

In recognition of Victoria Day weekend — the May long weekend — I decided Tuesday is the new Monday. It was an executive decision total whim.


You didn’t want to hear from me anyway. I was high on 2 and 3/4 nights of fireworks.

Yes, fireworks in Burbville.

It was a toss up who would get the anti-anxiety med, the G-Pup or me.

Just kidding.

The G-Pup won hands down.

I actually like the bang, the whiz, the pop… and the occasional fwump of a cracker gone wrong.

Well, maybe not right over the house. I like to be on a blanket on some grassy knoll overlooking a lake, with the bang-whiz-pop going off on the lake.

But I’m not picky.

Victoria Day weekend — the weekend of pool and cottage opening, grillin’, and long lines at the nurseries.

Since I don’t have a pool, nor a cottage, I joined those standing in the nursery lines.

When I go to the nurseries, I take cash so the G-Man doesn’t have to rent a trailer to haul my garden splendor back to the casa.

He probably shouldn’t have talked me into watching Around The World in 80 Gardens with Monty Don. Also, here. By the time Don got to the patio gardens of Cordoba, Spain, I was a gonner.


You have only yourself to blame, G-Man!

Let’s have a little morning splendor from my own garden. This was taken yesterday.

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No. I never tire of it. The scent! The scent!

You know the drill. Bigger is better. Click.

And a little gratuitous pink shot from the morning G-Pup walk.

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Oh, and this. The trees are dropping their blossoms, I tell you. Make way for the leaves!

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See. It’s Tuesday instead of Monday.

So I can get away with three shots.


Here be Tuesday.

The new Monday.

Rock it.


Close Shot Friday 096 + PeeGee +…

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Puh-lease. Click it bigger.

I’m pumped.

Even the specter of my passport photo op this afternoon shall not deter my pumped mood.


Of the long weekend.

Victoria Day weekend.

That up there. That’s my PeeGee Hydrangea…. a shrub masquerading as a tree. That’s what it looks like in July. It doesn’t look anything like that right now. It’s just popping its leaves.

I’m thinkin’.

What goes with PeeGee?

Well, this…

The Bee Gees! (1966)

The Bee Gees! (1977)

Had to put up both. Such totally different sounds.

Which Bee Gee sound do you like better?

Early? Or late?

I like all the sounds they made. All of them.

Here be Friday.

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


Single Shot Monday: Disembarking +

I struggled not to put up a single shot this morning that was as graysome as the day outside my window over the garage.

Blink. Blink.

Slurp more decaffeine.


Rain makes everything grow faster.

Graysome is good.

Must make a note.

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Click. Bigger is better.

I was sitting outdoors at a Starbucks in the big TO when this Porter shuttle pulled up and people spilled out. It gave me a giggle to see Discover Massachusetts running along the top of it. Were the travelers disembarking expecting to discover Boston, The Beaches, The Berkshires? Or was that for embarking travelers? Who can say?

It was a packed weekend.

Packed with being. Doing. Hangin’.

The G-Man left a pretty little card and a plate with a not so little slice of lemon meringue pie on the dining room table yesterday morn — Mother’s Day morn. He gets me right down to a lemon meringue T. I didn’t even have to eat my poached egg and toast first. Boom! The Only Daughter and I spent Friday in her cozy nest in her little community. Just the two of us. About town. Making mischief. We might have watched How to Train Your Dragon 2 and Despicable Me 2 and laughed like loons. Just being. Saturday was all about gettin’ girly stuff done. With her. The gift of time is my favorite gift. My own mother lives in another country in the loving care of my sibs… under the influence of Alzheimer’s. She often doesn’t remember me. That’s okay. I remember everything about us… for the both of us. And I can still make her laugh, which makes my heart full.

Here be Monday.

Let’s rock right over it.


Close Shot Friday 095 + You Know…

Ah, May…

The time of year when soil is embedded like a YouTube link under nails that are cracked and torn.

The time of year when the G-Man sneaks outside to lather my nose, ears, face, and neck with sunscreen, because his beloved — that’s me — is too busy crawling around on her hands and knees, digging and pulling and humming and offering song to the earth, to the sky, and any living thing in between, to notice anything as insignificant as pinking skin.

The time of year when his beloved — that’s me — sports more dirt and leaves and twigs than the G-Pup, and rocks a pair of old as dirt vintage yoga pants with a worn tee that says Who’s Your Crawdaddy? underneath, well… a crawdad.

And by worn tee, I mean old as dirt!

It’s the way of May.

The G-Man suffers so.

There’s nothing for it now but to give you a close shot from the garden.

An Insta shot.

This would be from last year’s garden, because all we’re rockin’ right now is soil, potting soil, sheep manure, and little green shoots.

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Purple carrots.

Orange on the inside, purple on the outside.

The two-tones.

Sounds like a 1950s doo-wop pop group.

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


Hump Day and the Last, Last, Last A to Z…

White Rabbit Syndrome

I’m late.

I’m late.

For a very important date.

A to Z Challenge Reflections

In no particular order, because what I really want to be doing is standing on my patio with my arms up to my elbows in potting soil and fertilizer, and by that I mean working on my current story.

I’m a writer conflicted.

And I’m a gardener conflicted.

In no particular order.


This was my first A to Z Challenge, and I made the decision to get on board with it about two weeks before A to Z actually began. I was under the influence of one Diana Beebe, writer and experienced A to Z challenger. She hangs out at Mermaids Don’t Do Windows.


The only theme I went with was alphabet play, with a side of humor. It was a race to the finish, and sometimes I wanted to pull my hair, or the G-Man’s hair, or the G-Pup’s hair. My only goal was to mix it up with length of posts, always try to have something of visual interest, try not to bore you to death, and not lose my blogging mind keep calm and A to Z on.

It was the same for you, right?

The Good

It was a blast! I had the best cheering section ever. I met new bloggers/writers. The number of visitors went up. The number of page views went up, up. The number of blog followers went up, up, up, as did the number of commenters. And that’s how we do stats over here, because we hates ’em. Not as much as radishes, but…

I read a lot of interesting blogs on a variety of topics, and found new bloggers to follow. I managed to respond to every comment left.


The Bad

My level of frustration. It was a tight schedule. Very tight. Only on occasion did I have time to pound out two blogs on a given day. Mostly, I was flying by the seat of my pants. A pantser in writing terms. I tried to visit ten A to Z challengers a day. Most of the time, I met that goal. But that really falls short of the some 1700 participants. Commenting was challenging. I tried to comment on each blog post I read, but that became impossible, mostly because the mechanics of leaving a comment at some blogs was difficult. I admit that I am spoiled by WordPress and their easy commenting ways, and their Like button. Commenting and following needs to be as easy as possible. Just sayin’.

The Ugly

There really was no ugly except that there are a bunch of new blog followers that I haven’t gotten around to visiting yet. That’s pretty ugly. If you’re one of them — Thank You So Much — my sincere apologies, and I will be around to visit you very soon.

Next Year

If a challenger in 2016, I would…

Establish a theme within the theme. Mebbe.

Write A to Z in advance of the challenge, so that I could spend the month visiting as many challengers as possible.

Get back to all new blog followers posthaste.

Thank You…

To the A to Z Challenge Organizers and Captains of Industry who organized and visited and encouraged challengers right to the finish line and beyond. You kept me going.

To all my fellow challengers who visited and commented and followed. You kept me going.

To the cheering section — you rocked it! And kept me going.

To my regular readers, thanks for supporting this pause in my regularly scheduled program. Such good sports are you!

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The end.

Here be Hump Day.

Let’s just spotlight dance right over it with The Reflections.

(Just Like) Romeo & Juliet. 1964


Note: An A to Z Challenge category has been created in the menu bar just below the header. All A to Z posts can be easily found there. Cheers!

Close Shot Friday 094… + 48 Hours

I did some other things this month besides the A to Z Challenge, which ended yesterday.

Can I get an Amen?!

In a 48-hour period I…

~ switched things up for my first pedi of the year and went with OPI This Color’s Making Waves, instead of my beloved I’m Not Really A Waitress Red. I swoon. But next time I’m so going with My Gecko Does Tricks. You know you want to click on that.

~ had my WOB — wavy bob — cut into a short shag for the spring, because I was probably having a cray-cray day. The only more cuh-razy thing I could have done was have it dyed either one of the OPI colors mentioned above.

It could happen.

~ cruised into the big TO with the G-Man to visit the Ryerson Image Centre to see their latest exhibits. Had to take the new haircut and pedi out for a spin.

I digress.

I cruised into the big TO with the G-Man to visit the Ryerson Image Centre to see their latest exhibits.

I go for the Balzacs next door.

Just kidding.

Not really.


RIC showcases some of the finest photography.

We visited three exhibits. First, an exhibition of landscape photographer Mark Ruwedel in which he “…documents traces and imprints of human activity on the earth.” His focus is the western territories of Canada and the U.S. Powerful.

Second, Scott Conarroe: Canada By Rail and By Sea. This is transportation infrastructure meets nature and is visually stunning. Big. Bold. Beautiful. I wanted more.

Third, Michael Mitchell: A Telling Portrait. I loved his altered landscapes. “Human beings have been in the landscape alteration business for millennia.” ~ Michael Mitchell

That stuck with me long after we left the exhibit. I’m still thinking about it.

If you’re in the GTA and have the opportunity, go. See.

Outside of the Ryerson Image Centre is an open space. A space of community. A space in which I found this:

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Well, the close shot of a much larger piece. Since I couldn’t physically get through that fissure, I shot through it.

There is a whole ebb and flow of humanity and traffic happening on the other side.

Here be Friday. The first Friday of May.

Let’s dance!