a visual journal

September 23, 2008 at 5:09 pm 3 comments


Finally, I took matters into my own hands and made my camera talk to my computer again.  If you are wondering what taking matters into my own hands looks like- well, it means that I stuck the camera in a drawer for almost 2 months and then took it out today to see if it was now willing to talk to my computer and not disagree.  That’s my sort of technological problem solving.  All this to share some very untechnological goodness with you.

BF and I planted the front beds this weekend, and they look glorious (well, glorious if one is not a green thumb).  We spread mulch on top of them so they smell literally like poo, but they’re fabulous.  It’s just a shame that I have to hold my breath to look at ’em. 

The orchid that I was given at my Hijas book launch party last year has bloomed again.  I thought it was dead– because of my lack of watering it.  Sorry, orchid.– and was about to toss it a few weeks ago when BF pointed out that it looked like it had a little bud coming out.  Sure enough, it did and that bud opened last week.  Now, it’s got another bud that’s thinking about lighting up our living room.  Sweet! 

And, finally, who doesn’t love some recycled yard art (well, maybe many of you don’t)?  The goat was BF’s pick and the rooster (BF insists it’s a chicken but I am calling it a rooster) was mine.  I had to have the polka dots.  The rooster is right next to the gate to walk into our back yard and the goat is by the side door to our house in the ivy patch that my brother and I planted earlier this summer (check out the ivy behind the Billy Goat Gruff).  But my favorite piece of yard art is this stained glass window I found this past weekend at a shop I just love.  We hung it on our front porch, and I am crazy about it.  It’s a gorgeous tree, and it sits right in front of one of our old oaks.  Now, if only I could just sit out there and stare at it without wretching from the mulch!    

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. fightingwindmills  |  September 24, 2008 at 9:13 am

    Looking good! I’m so glad your camera cooperated. :)

  • 2. Yvette  |  September 24, 2008 at 1:09 pm

    Love the pix.. thank you camera!

    Do U wanna come over to my house and work on what we are calling the sahara desert.. ;-)

    oh btw.. That looks like a rooster to me 2.. tell ur bf that a rooster IS a chicken.. if he ment it was a hen he was still wrong..lmao… Sorry BF :-D

  • 3. rosiemolinary  |  September 28, 2008 at 8:29 pm

    Thanks, FW! And Yvette, you are totally right. A rooster is a friggin’ chicken. So there, BF!


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