Humpity Day: Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

I’m Thinking Door Wreath!

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


Let the seedling games begin.

In Other News ~


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, 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…




Humpity Day: I do…


Don’t you just love these little orchids?

That’s 19 inches tall, 24 with the pot.

Don’t you just love it when the sun shines and the fat fairy snowflakes fall at the same time?

Don’t you?

I do.

But I might not be getting out enough these days.

It’s pretty time consuming putting on all those layers + the scarf and the gloves and the toque and the sunscreen and the lip balm. Okay, that came out ‘lip blam’ the first time but I self-corrected, which I find more reliable than auto-correct. Just sayin’.

And the boots and the sunnies.

And then you have to pee, and it’s reverse and repeat.

And then you feel all Amy Adams-ish in ARRIVAL, when she just has to get out of that respiratory protection helmet and suit.

Speaking of ARRIVAL, we watched it last night and my brain is still bent… in a good way. The musical score by Icelandic composer Jóhann Jóhannsson was brilliant. And that’s all I’m going to say right now. 

Here be the first Hump Day in February.

Don’t you just love that?

I do.


p.s. I thought it was Tuesday.