Moth Heart (No, Not The Playwright With A Lisp...)

Still slacking off here.

Coming soon: gruesome life-and-death struggles in the suburban backyard paradise.

Until then, this one's for Clytie!

Easier On The Eyes

I apologize for flaking out and leaving that giant spider up for weeks as the only thing to greet you, my welcome visitors. While I will continue to flake out for a few days, until I drum up something to say or show, let me post a prettier placeholder here. Normally, I bore you all with Latin names, but honestly, I just plain forget what this is. It's not a daisy. I bought it in the spring at the nursery; I think it's a perennial, the flower petals are rosy, purple, blue or white, all on the same plant, and the centers are all this great navy-blue.

Oh, wait! I found out. It's an osteospermum, probably the cultivar "Passion Mix." Should be perennial. Anyway, it's very pretty all season long here in zone 7; I recommend it.

We Interrupt(ed) This Blog...

...for a wicked virus involving feverish delirium, muscle weakness, and much bronchial tumult, followed by Thanksgiving, a return to work on Bookish Friday (the day after T'giving,) a restorative outing to see our favorite bar band, and now, frantic rearrangement of junk so that the basement windows can be replaced today. My apologies to faithful readers. Both of you. Until something more interesting happens (soon, I promise,) here are two happy orange things that buoyed my spirits while I was sick: my new little Nertera (also known as coral-bead or pincushion plant,) and some of the prize-winning peach jam that's handmade in Vermont every year by my friend Kathy.

Hello? Hello?

...is this thing on?...Hello!

Just fell asleep there for a minute...dreaming of alphabets.

Go Look at My Flicker Page!

...at least that's been updated recently.

Go here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kugler81

I might start updating there alone.

I might just do that. I mean, the photo descriptor field is just about as much space as I need for my average post. I'm a sentence-fragment-or-two sort of person, not a proper essayist (like some people I know.)