This guy loves trash. And he’s not just talking trash, he’s collecting it.
Bizarre, right? Why would someone save their trash for an entire year? Perhaps he’s looking to usurp Oscar the Grouch. Or maybe he’s making a point. His point? We don’t have to be nation of garbage-addicts.
In a fit of procrastination I came across [...]
Perhaps you remember our good pal, Squiggy? The famous fiend of the savage sunflower attack of ‘08? That notorious backyard napper? Well, let’s just say he’s all caught up on his sleep and not wasting his time batting around flowers anymore. He’s all business.
And I’m kind of falling in awe with the little [...]
Read more...Oh yeah, I almost forgot. We need to talk about those post-Halloween pumpkins. They are still handy, you know, once the cute pictures have been snapped and the last of the candy has been pilfered from the children’s hiding spots.
The way I see it, once the carving knife has been retired there are a [...]
Disclosure: I don’t know how all those bloggers out there stay on top of things. I write the stuff down, really I do, but then there were election results to check 157 times a day (phew, anyone else happy that that’s behind us?) There’s the laundry to swap out, and then it’s time [...]
Read more...Yeah, that one. The one planning for a flowering spring. The one with a song in her heart and a belief in the future. The one dancing with hope.
That’s me, really. With just a few tweaks to the old personality.
I am not known for having patience. A fondness [...]
Read more...Throngs of people will tell you that life in Colorado is just grand thanks to the 300+ days of glorious sunshine. I’ll let you in on a little secret: those sunny days can really grind on a person. They come with a burden of responsibility to get out there, get the kids outside, [...]
Read more...Shout out to our new farm hands, friends Bridget and Colin , who joined our own little seasoned pickers in the field. Without those extra built-low-to-the ground pickers, I don’t know if I would be spending all my waking hours up to my elbows in tomato juice. Thanks, guys.
Ok, so let’s say [...]
Read more...Once upon a time a catcall was a catcall. Superficial as it may be, boys, whether in the dorms or on the construction site, whistled at what they saw. And the twisted world made sense.
Now that I’m the resident champion of all things green, things have changed. Last week we had [...]