Seriously, back off with the shears, lady. We will eat your house.
Female human tenant with dull and ancient gardening shears: 1 -- Crazy Dr. Seuss bushes on side of house: nil. (Okay, well, maybe 0.35 if you count the scratches on my legs and arms, the sneezing, and the, "Gaaah! Spider web! Spider web!" heeby-jeeby dance). So much for the zen bonsai experience...more pics and story of yard pseudo-transformation to come... Big Hugs, Kat
We don't get these much in Southern California, and you better believe I'm enjoying it after a rather crazy day at work. I'm sitting by the fireplace with knitting in hand, dog at feet, and, thanks to Jenna, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow in my ears. More to come later on a lovely weekend spent in the mountains, but now? Now is for snugging into the corner of the couch with fuzzy socks and fuzzy friends...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon
You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel of the sun. You are the white apron of the baker, and the marsh birds suddenly in flight
However, you are not the wind in the orchard, the plums on the counter, or the house of cards. And you are certainly not the pine-scented air. There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge, maybe even the pigeon on the general's head, but you are not even close to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.