When I planted this sunflower I had no idea it would end up growing to be this tall.
My husband spotted this little piece of public art, thoughtfully updated for the pandemic while biking about town this past weekend.
During quarantine, I’ve been walking, while Michael prefers to ride his bike. He’s lobbying for me to join him on his rides, though, and keeps sending me amazing pictures from the trail.
Congratulations, Class of 2020!
If flowers are in bloom, you know I’m going to post pictures of them.
If roses are in bloom, you know I’m going to post pictures of them.
Wordless Wednesdays in spring cry out for photos of spring flowers.
I had stopped doing Wordless Wednesdays back in January, but I decided to resume them at least for the duration of the pandemic. I don’t know about you, but looking at pretty pictures gives me a moment of peace, and I could sure use a moment of peace at least once a week.
Miss being out in the world? Grab your computer and take a virtual field trip to a world-famous art museum, opera house, science museum, or zoo.
Recently I’ve realized that the only thing worse for my mental health than Political Twitter is Coronavirus Twitter. To cheer myself up, I’ve started reading post-apocalyptic dystopian novels. I haven’t read that many yet, but I have read enough to notice that the just-in-time food supply rarely survives the first few chapters. That made me wonder… what if my best strategy for surviving an apocalypse is not merely to stockpile food, but to learn how to grow it?