Nothing. I'm just having another one of those lack of focus days, so I'll just babble about whatever comes to mind.
Today marked the official start of the spring/summer season at my house. I finally got my hands dirty in some potting soil to get some color going on around here.
I'm getting a later start than I usually do and this year I'm determined to use restraint. I'm so weak when I go to the garden center, so full of excitement. I want flowers everywhere, but by July I'll be sick to death of watering and watering and watering to keep things alive in the North Carolina heat. This year it's just going to be a few pots on the back porch. That's it. I mean it. Really. Besides the flowers, I planted a few herbs. Some basil, cilantro and lemon thyme.
I love the idea of fresh herbs growing right outside the kitchen. The image of me in an apron, stepping out the back door to snip some basil for the delicious meal I'm cheerily preparing for my family is so nice. It's not very realistic, just ask my family, but it could happen. I planted the basil. It could happen.
How do my pictures look today? (my attempt at a smooth transition into the next topic)
I took them with my new camera. It just arrived today but we are already good friends. I promise to be a better guardian to this new guy than I was to it's predecessor. The poor thing, after being dropped one too many times, it screamed enough! Last week the door that holds the batteries in flew open, spewing batteries all over the floor and would not close again. Apparently a piece of plastic that holds it in place had broken loose. Before this, the hole where the tripod screws in place stripped out. Pictures were not looking so good. It was limping around on it's last leg for a while. When it got to the point that tape was required to hold it together I knew it was time.
Abby sunning her belly today or playing dead. ?? Not sure which. Crazy cat.
OK that covers the flowers and cameras, what else was I going to talk about? Oh yea, TV. Did you watch LOST last night? Oh, it was sooooo good. It was sooooo bad too. Bad in a good way. Don't read if you haven't watched it yet. Anthony Cooper, the actor playing Locke's dad is either a really bad man or a really good actor. I don't like to watch violence on TV, but I've got to tell you, I couldn't wait for Sawyer to strangle the life out of that evil man. When he said how 'bout that, my name's Sawyer too.... Loved it!
What do you think, Juliet with the others or not? And what's up with Jack? I'm already dreading the end of the season. It's sad to like a TV show so much, isn't it? I really should get out more. But not tonight, Grey's is two hours. Wohoo!!
Thank you for all the anniversary love and the hair-do understanding. It was the 80s, the only excuse I have. Hey, everyone looked like that. What were we thinking?
