Every spring is welcome. I need this spring more than all the previous springs. I bet you feel the same way.
The faces of flowers lift my spirits. The early flowers are especially appreciated.
I have many types of daffodils. I like to call them little suns on stalks.
Their brightness is a cheerful sight.
Even on cloudy spring days, I can always find some sun on a stalk to bring some joy.
Flow is ready for spring.
It is hard work protecting my precious plants from the local deer herd.
I have to be diligent. If I wait, it is too late.
This week I noticed the front of my ‘Professor Sargent’ Camellia japonica was missing.
Yes. the entire front of an evergreen shrub had been eaten overnight.
Good thing I keep a selection of posts and fencing handy.
Now Professor Sargent’s front and flowers will be safe.
I circled the yard to check on ‘White by the Gate.’
It was safe and blooming inside its year-round fencing.
Edgworthia also has its own enclosure.
I am not sure if the flowers would get eaten, but the leaves were nibbled on last fall.
I guess I will start enclosing my daylilies as they sprout.
No point in growing snacks for the local wildlife!
Rain and cold have kept me inside far too long.
I have surrounded myself with bright colors and pleasing objects on cloth.
The threat of new variants has kept me sewing masks longer than I had intended.
When the weather improves, I will be in my garden.
That is where I belong.
I sincerely hope that Mrs. Pibwib will make an appearance today.
She has been gone far too long.
The house is in complete disarray.
The chaos and clutter are beginning to be a distraction.
Things are not where they should be.
Only she can sort out mess of this magnitude.
Only Mrs. Pibwib has the skill to Put It Back Where It Belongs.
If you see her, please send her my way.
She is desperately needed here.
FLOW / no feng shui
You can take the biologist out of the classroom, but she will still find a way to put it on a mask.
I wasn’t expecting witness pandemic porn on my outing to buy mask materials.
I was innocently looking at sturdy 100% cotton cloth, when I noticed another customer chatting it up with the employee who cuts the fabrics.
The employee’s face was my first clue that something was amiss.
The older, hefty customer was buying a lot of lace and tulle’.
I had to do a triple take after glancing at her face.
Where there should have been a full coverage mask was a tiny patch of black lace.
Her nose played peek-a-boo as the air from her nostrils blew the lace up and down.
I felt as though she had exposed herself right there in that store that plays Christian music.
Her husband silently stood by her side in his whitey-tighty mask.
I couldn’t just whip out my camera, so I tried to discreetly peek from behind a 30% Off sale sign.
I wanted to remember every detail so I could draw one when I got home.
No! I will not be making Covid thongs to give away.
Maybe someone will pass along the idea to Victoria’s Secret. They are experts at making things that don’t cover what they are supposed to.
Maybe that woman was Victoria? She was buying quite a quantity of lace!
I hope you have noticed my absence as The Flower.
I have been dealing with the pandemic in my own way.
Since proper PPE has been so hard to procure,
I have been manufacturing it in my basement.
I have my own cold little “sweatshop” which I call Purgatory.
I have been making masks and sending them where I think they are needed.
I have designed them to be comfortable and beautiful.
I am trying to curb the culling of Covid-19.
This is what I am doing instead of being an epidemiologist.
Flow…biologist turned seamstress.
Who knew? Nobody. That’s for sure.