January 31st, 2011


The Sac Shack!

In the small hours of the night, this postcard arrived in my brain. It wasn’t addressed to me, but I got it anyway.

I know absolutely nothing about Elijuh, except that A) he is not named Elijah, and B) apparently his mother has gout. (Also his handwriting is the font “Rabiohead,” and the paper textures are from CGTextures.com, which is free and occasionally invaluable.)

I know more about the Sac Shack than I wanted to know. Anything about the Sac Shack is more than I wanted to know.

Also I spent much too long making that stamp.

(This is why we can’t have nice things.)

If you are that one-in-a-million individual who really requires a print of the Sac Shack! postcard, then I have them available…weirdo.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


KUEC #21

“She was wearing underwear on her head. Not because she was crazy…!”

A very pasta heavy episode, with a bottle of cheap wine apiece, which is probably what caused me to get reminiscing about my grandmother and the time I got lost in New Orleans.

Also available on iTunes!

Also, a raccoon walked in the mud and then on my car. There is a line of small paw prints across the hood. I find this kind of adorable, even as I realize that I gotta go to the carwash this week and that if it keeps happening, I will undoubtedly be screaming my rage at the heavens.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


Winter Quiet

There is pretty much nuthin’ goin’ on in my garden at the moment.

Okay, that’s an anthrocentric view. There is undoubtedly a lot going on at levels where I can’t see much of it–the mountain mint, for example, thought our snow and ice was downright cute and has put out an enormous thicket of leaves at ground level, as has the goldenrod. The cup plant did too, but then something ate them.  Come spring, I will plant a couple more cup-plants, but I will plant them INSIDE the fence. (In any well-regulated world, they should be critter resistant. The leaves are like sandpaper.) There are teeny tiny diamond shaped not-quite-buds on a lot of the shrubby things. Probably the fifty-and-sixty degree weather of the last few days means that there are roots rooting around on the down-low. Heck, another week of this and the Salvia greggi will probably decide that it’s time to get to work and start flowering. Salvia greggi is a bit of an overachiever.

It has been warm enough that there are even a few insects out and about. I want to warn them that it’s not spring yet and they would be better off hibernating a little longer, but since I’m throwing open windows and making grandiose plans to finally clean the deck, I don’t really have a leg to stand on.

But in terms of stuff that I, human, can do to the garden–not a lot. We’ll probably get at least a couple more nasty cold snaps, possibly even another honest-to-god snow the way this winter’s going, so the best thing I can do is leave well enough alone, take hot baths with my seed catalogs and a martini, and not start poking around stirring things up just to give myself something to do.

Originally published at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there.