Single Shot Monday: False… +

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Commonly known as false sunflower.

I’m all about the yellow this season, mellow or otherwise.

This was plunked in the frontscape at the curve of the patio. I can tickle the blossoms with my fingers… from my chair. I would never do that.

Ha-ha. Yes, I would.

Three yellow Instas went up on Instagram yesterday. This was one of them. You can follow here. Go ahead. What are you waiting for?


I’ve signed on for the Taboo Word Challenge for the month of September. This new challenge is brought to you by All In A Dad’s Work. I met Eric, aka as stomperdad during the A to Z Challenge of 2015 and became a regular reader of his blog. Eric is engaging and makes me laugh.

The Taboo Word Challenge goes like this:

Each post you make will be missing a word… or rather written without using a given word. I have 20 words chosen. Each day, the taboo word will be a little harder to omit so you’ll have to be creative. The challenge will start on the first of September and run until the 28th. It’ll be a Monday to Friday challenge so there will be no taboo words on the weekends. I’ll post the full taboo word list on the 21 of August… (From All In A Dad’s Work)

I’ll be blogging anyway, so why not? Though since I’m a Mon/Wed/Fri blogger, I’ll only be posting on those days.

This looks like trouble. And I love a little trouble.

Join me. The more, the more hilarious. There’s a Linky here.

Monday is in the house.

Git to work.

Or sign up for the Taboo Word Challenge.

Or both.


Single Shot Monday: Life is Like a Bowl of Peas…

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Sorry, Forrest. I just couldn’t help myself.

The first pick of the peas in the garden crypt.

Container Peas!

I ate ’em.

Mostly, I just stand outside and eat. I’m special that way.

In Other News ~

I don’t know about you, but I munched mulched my way through the weekend. That mulch had to be spread before the 90 Fahren temps rolled in.

Got up at what I consider the ass crack of dawn on Saturday and Sunday. Isn’t that what urban farmers do? If I were a morning person, it would be the crack of dawn. But not. Never ever was. Never ever will be.

It was a dark and early morn.

I realized quickly that it’s a lot easier to spread mulch when there are no plant specimens on the landscape yet. Mine are maturing, so it was lift and mulch. Lift and mulch. G-Man held the thorny fairy roses up with a rake while I mulched. Saved me a lot a blood, sweat, and tears. Mostly blood.

In Other, Other News ~

This is the last week of the Flash Fiction course. I barely got my 1000 wc piece in under the wire last night. Good thing there’s a three hour time difference. I did a meet cute story. We’re back to 500 wc for the final week. Just waiting to see what Lisa has up her diabolical sleeve.

Date night was good. We saw the last night of The Heidi Chronicles — a Soulpepper production. Highly entertaining. I love the Young Centre for the Performing Arts at the Distillery District. Professional theater in an intimate setting. Win. Win. If you have the opportunity, go.

And Monday is in the house.

Let’s all just hang and eat peas.

Now, you. Wassup?