See Previous | See Next This week we had a blizzard, and now things really feel like spring. More hidden garden nooks are showing (very) tentative green beneath the new-melting snow. Looking back 1-2 weeks and 1-2 years there are other hints of new growth, reassuring that actual spring probably really is on its way. Looking back 2-4 weeks and 2-4 years gives us more buds but also lots more snow. March may mean spring coming soon, but in Colorado…
So…I would like to sometimes write posts about art that I think is super awesome, because there are so many super-awesome things, and we should shout about them when we think of them so that more people can know about these awesome things! Unfortunately, this will not be one of those posts (though I will try to balance things out a little with some shout-outs). This post, unfortunately, is going to be more plaintive. Why don’t I love steampunk? Really. …
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 8 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… And so the third-returned scout dives free of the peak to fly home. Home, home, home. Her stick-thin bones may barely hold her, but it will be…
See Previous | See Next This week it’s definitely still February. There was some snow mid-week, but then things also melted enough that I can start to count the buds on my earliest hellebore (also called a lenten rose – one year with very particular weather, this particular hellebore started blooming for Christmas). Looking back 1-2 weeks and 1-2 years we see this is the time of year to feature hellebore buds, though based on the timing, this year’s been…
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 7 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… Now, when the wind howls upward, the heart of the beacon trembles, and shudders, and beats its first beat. And the cold, desert wind is forced to…
See Previous | See Next This week we’ve had another thawing cycle (though my front garden is in such deep shade you wouldn’t know it from that side of things – see front vs back in the two pictures above). Looking back 1-2 weeks and 1-2 years though there are still lots of pictures that have snow in them because a) here in Colorado the snow mostly comes later in the winter season and b) we’re entering the time of…
In this post, I shall present to you two different (but also the same) representations of my brain. Because you see, I have a lot of hobbies. I’m pretty sure my husband has more – and neither of us is also including the fact that we have kids into the tally – but I do think it’s fair to say that I have a lot. Once, when I was younger and complaining to my mom that there were so many…
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 6 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… Once the seating stone is placed, and prepared, then it must be fixed beneath a fine layer of blood. This will be the heart of the beacon….
See Previous | See Next This week the best word to describe my garden is ‘bedraggled’. Last week it got very cold, but now that has passed, and things are melting again, and it’s that transition time when you just don’t look your best. (If you want to know what’s up with the cage in the left-hand picture, the answer is: squirrels. I have very few perennials in my kitchen-deck planters, but if they are to have the remotest chance…
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 5 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… The scout longs to rush homeward, to spread her stick-thin limbs and fly on the fastest wind that will take her. But on her long-long journey, she…