 Cassie decided since this is about her home; granted, she is housebound and not allowed in the yard to play because I am certain she is too much of a charm school ditz to notice a eagle swoomping down on her floofy little body to carry back to it nest for a snack for the baby raptors, but the yard, she should still be the first sight you see when you open the post. And since she did clean the drool off her ruff a bit better than the last time, I allowed her the privilege. |
 I took a tour of all the blooming things in my yard and enjoyed the small sun breaks to give me the best lighting for the shots. We’ve been a bit short on the sunshine department this year, but it seems there has been plenty to bring the lovelies out to bask in its glow. |
 I am going to have to do some research on some of these plants. I have no idea what these blue beauties are, though I am sure my neighbors would snicker at me for the ignorance. I’ll just look for them the next time I am in the garden department.Update: I have just been told that these are grape hyacinth. So, there is one flower mystery solved. Yay!! |
 I must say that there is something so very appropriate about there being bleeding hearts growing in my garden. I have always found them to be such an intriguing flower. I know, they’re pink, but pink is okay on a bloom. Just not so much on my body. |
 Another one that will need defining.And this one has a probable identification of sakura. |
 Its one of the most recognized flowers and its name should fall off of my tongue every time I set eyes on it, but I have to admit that for some unknown reason I continuously go blank on the name when I see daffodils. I do have to agree with my next door neighbor on them, they do make you smile whenever you set eyes on them. Much like sunflowers but its far too early in the year for them. I did plant some in the front garden. I just need to hope that the birds didn’t steal my seeds. |
 Their beauty just takes on an otherworldly stark beauty when you strip them of the colors and are left withjust the lights and shadow of them. I think flowers may be much like people in that respect. The color shows their dressing. The black and white shows their souls. |
 I love the way the cluster of spiky petals just shoots out. Its like an offering from the plant. You can almost hear it say “Look what I made for you”. So you pluck it loose and stick it in your hair while you continue your meandering through the garden. |
 Oh lookie!!! Steampunk blooms. I imagine the color is from the rust that has accumulated from all the rain. They were probably a nice brass or copper or something before the weather set into their stalks. |
 Cassie is just checking in to see if you are enjoying the tour. She would also like to request that you go in to the drawer next to her and get her a treat. She says you should pay no mind to the human telling you that I don’t need them. |
 Yup! Its yet another species that I will have to identify. But they do look like some alien life form or maybe something out of Little Shop of Horrors. I guess that could make them a nice set of wards to use. |
| ell this is what it looks like before it decides to rise and shine and show its happy face to the world. |
 I suppose I shall have to look into if I really need to remove this lovely little branch. Then again, maybe I’ll just leave it and see what it does. I think its quite charming springing up in the eye of the split trunk. I figure anything that wants attention so badly that it chooses such a prominent place to make its entrance probably deserves to keep that place. |
 And at the far corner of the property is this old tree trunk with some large bushy thing growing alongside it. Yeah, yeah, I am sure the “master gardeners” will be grinding their teeth at my lack of knowledge at this point. But, I will learn and the important thing is that I appreciate the beauty even if I don’t know the name. At any rate, I cut it back considerably when I realized there was another garden plot that it had grown over. Of course, with the size and shape of it, it could very well be a grave. Probably not, but definitely food for future consideration. |
 Trying to decide which I like more, the shot with or the shot without color. Again, I think we are back to the difference between showing the dressing and showing the soul. Both have their place and are good. |
 I am thinking these might be hellebore like what I have on the front porch. If I am correct that means I am beginning to learn some of these plants. So if you are a garden snob and have been laughing at my lack of knowledge up until this point, and I am right on this, then all I have to say is “plllltttzzzzhhh” I’m learning! |
 Though all her siblings gazed upward to bath in the warmth of the sun, she alone allowed her gaze to travel downward to watch the flow of life below. |
 She was alone with only the promise of company in the small area she had found to emerge. Sadness wrapped her and weighed on her causing her to slightly droop her head. But wait! Whispers from behind of another promising to soon join at her side. |
 Its actually a whirly-gig to go on a fairy’s cap. They grow them in the shady places of gardens and slip in during the dark of the night to collect them and then weave them into the caps while sitting on the branches of the trees where they can toss pine cones onto the heads of unsuspecting humans as they walk underneath. |
 And this is just one of those take your breath away symbols of Spring. Its as if the opening leaves of the branch are standing sentry over the delicate bud that is their charge. |
 This lovely bush is right outside my bedroom window. Its almost like this charming little forest trail along the side of the yard which ends in this bush. I can’t wait for the temps to go up just a little bit more so I can begin to open the windows and breath in the fragrance of the nature at night and have the owls sing me to sleep. |
 Again, not sure what these lovely lavender flowers are. I am still trying to figure out which side of the property line is that they are on. I suppose I will know the answer to that when the hag puts up her fence. Which will be none too soon for my liking. |
 I am so glad the former owner thought to put Trilliums in the garden. They are such a truly lovely little plant. and I understand that they are one of the first flowers to come out and bloom. However, it does appear that they seem to be a tasty morsel for some island critter because a couple of hours after I took this picture, about half of them had been eaten. Maybe it was the same doe that was snacking at the bird feeder. |
 Okay I am looking at both of the pictures and the color shot makes me say “oooooooh” and the grayscale elicits an “Ahhhhhh” |
 And the little fairies dashed through the garden and dropped little splashes of color into the centers of some of the flowers to bring some dabs of sunshine from the earth to beckon to the heavens for it to send its own golden rays. |
 Sparkles of light seemed to play upon the flowers on this tree when the sun peeked out. It was but a tease by the sun because by the time I grabbed my camera to get a shot of it, most of it had gone away. But, even without the illumination, it really is a most lovely little tree. |
 Driftwood sentinel in my front trail. Need to figure out the proper way to decorate this one. |
Oh lookie!!! Rubber band!!!!! |
Woops! Hi again! Well, looks like we are done for this time. Hope you had fun. Leave a few treats on the way out if you don’t mind. |
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The Last Werewolf – Glen Duncan
“Fuck, kill, eat!” So says Jacob Marlow is the mantra of the lycanthrope, and this is his story. The biography of the last werewolf, sought after by the members of WOCOP, who have taken out, one at a time, the rest of his kind.
This is not a “sparkly” werewolf story full of cuteness and pretty creatures. Its a gritty story about a suicidal werewolf that has lived too long, or so he thinks.
I found myself both liking and being annoyed with this book. Most of my annoyance was at an excessive wordiness and a need to exhibit that he knew a lot of big words. As much as I appreciate the English language and the massive pool of words that can be pulled from, the fact is that it begins to come across as an insecure need to prove oneself when you overuse large and elaborate words. Its also writing down to your readership
The Museum of Extraordinary Things – Alice Hoffman
Well, its Alice Hoffman. So, I pretty much expected it to be an excellent read. And she didn’t let me down. Once again, she has taken a set of rather unusual characters and made them a part of your inner circle. Even though the story revolves around their “oddness”, it becomes only relevant to the story and ceases to be noticed in the image of the character.
The Museum of Extraordinary Things is two stories. First, Coralie, the girl with the webbed hands whose father, the proprietor of the museum, trains her to be able to spend huge amounts of time underwater and bills her as a human mermaid. The museum is a freak show of midgets and Siamese twins and a wolfman, plus bottles and jars and displays of curiosities. Her father dominates and controls her while she seeks tiny rebellions and dreams to find a place in the world outside of the sideshow.
