First, Swicky and Coconut all dressed up!
Aren’t they beautiful? The flowers were to flower the cross at church today.
Speaking of which, I’ve got lots of pretty flowers blooming right now:
The nifty orange and yellow flower is from my candy corn vine, which I have the most hope of keeping alive - it’s apparently a hardy plant. It would need to be - I do not have a green thumb. The pink and purple flowers were planted by my friend Jop when she lived here - they must also be pretty hardy, as they’ve survived just fine. Or, more likely, my ignoring them entirely has given them the chance they needed to survive. The blue hydrangea looks a bit sad, but that’s probably because I just planted it today, and it’s not used to being out of its pot yet. Right? That’s…that’s a thing? My grandmother had a hydrangea that I loved - hers was white, and we called it the snowball bush. Hydrangeas are supposed to be pretty hardy, too.
I have no links for you today, but I hope you have a happy Easter, anyway!
The in-laws are in! Yay!
But I haven’t forgotten you all -
|Sweet Spicy Goodness…|
What do you mean, you didn’t notice I was gone? I’ve been gone for almost two weeks!
Well, anyway, I’m back. Sheesh.
I, DH, Swicky, and Coconut went to Mountain Country, and stayed with my parents, affectionately known as Grammy and Grampy - or, most often, “Those People with the Cat Named Max, You Know, Those Guys, That Cat is Cool, When Can We Get a Cat?”
|"Yeah, Those Guys!"|
I had several thoughts.
- I miss my folks. I don’t see them often enough.
- Fourteen hours of driving is not as much fun as you’d think.
- I miss the mountains. They’re really pretty. And forests - not a lot of forests around here.
- I do not miss the cold. Where can I find mountains and forests and 90°F temperatures? I’m moving there. Wait, it must also have good Internet.
When we got home, we dove into the real summer preparations - we put up the hammock and filled up the pool:
Oh, we also gave the kids their Easter present a bit early. They got a tent.
They love it. Last night, they camped out in the backyard. I was a nervous wreck, I don’t know why - it’s a fenced yard, in a safe neighborhood, and I can see (and hear) them from my bedroom window. I guess it’s just what moms do? Anyway, they had fun and can’t wait to do it again; but they’ll have to, since it’s raining now and I’m not sending them out to sleep in the rain, even if it is in a tent.
photos by mohammad reza domiri ganji in iran of: (1) the dome of the seyyed mosque in isfahan; (2,8) the nasīr al mulk mosque, or pink mosque, in shiraz; (3,4) the vakil mosque in shiraz; (5) the ceiling of the fifth floor of ali qapu in isfahan; (6,10) the vakil bathhouse in shiraz; (7) the imam mosque in isfahan; (9) the jame mosque of yazd
(Source: awkwardsituationist, via ifulokeitputabunonit)