Single Shot Monday: All That Glitters… +

… Isn’t Gold!

Another shot from the Toronto Light Festival at the Distillery District. Probably should save it for V-Day 2018 but by the time that rolls around, I will have forgotten all about it.

In Other News ~

We have clearly entered Mud Season. Squish Season. Gumboot Season. The soggy, smisty — I declare smist a word! — season that is spring. I’m good with that, as long as I get out and depoop the back garden every day. Every. Day.

TMI? That’s life with a G-Pup.

And while I’m there, I might as well troll for spring garden tips. Anything that is green. I see daff tips and chive tips and daylily tips and lilac buds. Woo-hoo.

And, no. I’m not looking through a magic mirror.

Yesterday, we had our first cozy fire since the fireplace was cleaned in August. How did that happen? I know how it happened. This winter was c-c-c-cold. And with the Ontario hydro rates, I didn’t feel like sucking all that heat out of the house for setting… mood. Spring fires for 2017!

Friday Night at the Movies was Miss Sloane (2016). Two words — Jessica Chastain. I’m not sure she breathed through the entire film. Thrills and drama, drama, drama. Have you seen it?

And Monday is in the house.

Git to work. Git to work. Git to work.

Unless this is your day off. If it’s your day off…

I don’t even want to know you. (Thank you, Mrs. Landingham)

Just kidding.

Elen

Humpity Day: Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

I’m Thinking Door Wreath!

The William Dam Seeds came on the spring equinox. Fitting. Appropriate.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

Let the seedling games begin.

In Other News ~

Yesterday.

Yesterday, it was 53 Fahren. It was sunny. G-Pup took us for a walk. Sniffed. Marked her territory anew. The tongue lolled. The tail swished. Okay. That last bit might have been me. But let’s be clear, I marked nothing.

Today.

Today, it’s 22-Fahren-feels-like-6 and will remain in the 20’s and 30’s for the remainder of the week. GAH.

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

In the new climate — the climate of change — I no longer have a seasonal wardrobe. I have a layered wardrobe. From tankini and flip-flops to down parka and winter boots… just layer it on and off. Everything is jumbled together in the closet.

Did I say ‘jumbled’? I meant tidily stacked and labeled.

Grab the flip-flops and cropped pants and tee one day, the fleece-lined jeans, hoodie and ankle boots the next. The end.

That’s no lie, Geppetto.

The tankini might be a grey area though. Just sayin’.

Here be Hump Day.

I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates. Wait. Ice skates. No, wait. Roller skates…

Ice-roller-ice-roller-ice-roller…

Whatevs.

Elen