A Splash of Color: Pink

magnolia bud

peach blossom bud

peony rising

Spring is just beginning to unfold here in the garden.

Peace.

Candy and Water Balloons

I am finding myself less and less comfortable with the big religions.

Easter at our house is only candy and water balloons, and that still felt like too much yesterday. I don't know where the balance is for me and for my family. Even though the girls and I had some pretty funny conversations this past week about leaven and Jesus rising, I still feel like I am validating myths by acknowledging them at all.

Of course, we also watched Easter Parade and Summer Stock yesterday, so we had some of that love-at-first-sight myth to dissect.

As my smart friend, Hecate says, "Patriarchy. You're soaking in it."









Peace.

Reading Molly Ivins

Yes, I'm late to the game. I hadn't ever read her until now.

I picked up her book, Nothin' But Good Times Ahead, at our town's excellent book shed at the dump.

It is interesting to be reading her columns from the early 90s. So much for change. Of course, like Molly, "I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas."

So I'm off to bed with a good book.











Peace.

Thursday Night

Happy Forsythia.

Peace.

Wednesday Art Blogging

This is another urban sketch of mine, from before I'd heard of Urban Sketchers.

A nickel to any local reader who can name the place in the sketch.






Peace.

A Splash of Color: Green

lupines

chives

rhubarb

poppy

Peace.

Darwinian Garlic

Yes, I collected the biggest heads of garlic last summer and prepared to plant.

In the fall, I planted each clove in a neat row and made a square bunch at the end for the ones that didn't fit.

Immediately after I'd planted them, the girls saw the fresh turned earth and thought it was a perfect place to play dinosaur. After I shooed away the jurassic beasts, I tried to find all the cloves that had been pushed every which way and replant them. Then, I was supposed to cover the beds with straw to keep them cozy all winter, but I never got around to it.

Throughout the winter, I wondered what the spring would bring, whether any of the garlic would make it.

I was glad to see their little green shoots peeking up through the snow a few weeks ago. And now, with a little sun, they are all waving happily.

Garlic. Yum.














Peace.