Ever since I unexpectedly found my name in an edition of Webster’s dictionary as a child, I’ve naturally been taken with any country where the heather plant grows; Scotland, that is. If you wish to see the hillsides in bloom, it seems August is the best time to go! I’m also a fan of BBC news, as it seems less partial, while it also allows me to avoid any Lindsay Lohan nonsense; something that’s often difficult here in the States. Anyhow… the two came together (scottish heather and bbc) while I perused through pinterest.com today during lunch. I found the first picture below and decided to share, along with a few more of Scotland; BBC slideshow here. There’s a bit of heather there, and I’m thoroughly impressed at how it can grow in such a rough terrain.
my goodness, the beauty is almost overwhelming!
by Damian Kane
I really do have such a soft spot for harbours.
by Craig Swan
by Bruce Carlyle
Night freckles! I’m so jealous of this shot!
by Dave Tarvit
My love of plaid makes a little more sense now. My love of gardening is genetic, but in honor of my name (I’m ridiculous, I know) I included a heather plant. You might be able to make it out in this photo, or this one from prior posts.
For fun, here’s an article about a Heather and her whiskey. Watch out you boys, it’s no longer only a man’s drink!
“Combining art and the tea is a wonderful marriage, … It’s slightly educational, with a fun twist.” – Beverly Becker
A friend, who majored in ceramics and recently graduated, mentioned that some of her work was on display in the front window of a favorite local coffee spot. Her description of the animals having tea cups, saucers, and the like for heads caught my attention. I stopped by Sunday before heading to my mom’s and snapped a few pictures.
Well done, friend!
sorry for the reflection; poor shot on my part.
I see this display as owning a very earthy Mad Hatter feel. It doesn’t hurt that the most recent episode of Once Upon a Time focused on the story of said character – a show I’ve “stopped” watching because of my fear of wolves, except I now just catch it online at work the following week. I make no sense, I’m well aware, but I haven’t seen a wolf on there in a while.
Below are just a couple of shots I took walking back to my car. Neither are fabulous, but it’s always a challenge for me not to find eudemonia while walking around the historic beauty of DTA (downtown Annapolis).
I hope you have a lovely day filled with things like tea, art, flowers, and old brick buildings.
There’s a good chance you’ll leave this post contemplating if I’m mentally unstable – please know I’m not. I know the first sign is always that of delusion, and the above mentioned reassurance is coming from someone who’s a bit partial, but instead focus on the positive by considering the creativity behind it.
I walk around imaging what character in “my book” would say. I’ve not really given any particular plot or specifics to characters. I think really, I met people and then I turn them into characters.
Here and example of a conversation in said book.
Person 1: “I think his dad is Japanese and his mother is Texan.”
Person 2: “‘Texan’ is not an ethnicity.”
Person 1: “That’s because you’re not from Texas.”
Person 2: Shakes head and walks away.
As I think of more conversations I’ll post them.
I know a lot of people who imagine their lives as a movie, or a book in progress, so this really isn’t so far off. If you have any quirky similarities, please feel free to share.
I did what might be the unthinkable to some people; I used a fancy schmancy tea cup as a planter.
Upon my great-grandmother’s death, most girls in my family were given a flowered tea cup from her collection. I was given the lily of the valley tea cup, and after several years and a few moves, the delicate handle had broken off the cup. I’ve never been quite sure how to use it ever since. It’s mainly been on display either in my bathroom or on my desk, collecting all sorts of odds and ends. That is until this past Friday night, when I turned it into something just as lovely as it’s intended purpose; it became a planter!
I’m very pleased, just in case you didn’t pick that up, and love the new addition to the couple of plants already occupying a portion of my desk.
Hope this inspires you to use special or every day items in a new way.
(these pictures were taken late that night. sorry for the poor lighting.)
I’m happy to report that my sweet Oliver is all better – yay!
After he started moving around a bit on Friday, I decided to clean him up by giving him a bath that night.
holding him after his bath.
he looks like a big, soaked (adorable) rat.
as he wasn’t a fan of his bath, I think he’s plotting to kill me here.
Since he felt better enough to come out from under my bed Thursday night, I captured him and kept him in my bathroom. If you saw this earlier post, then you already know that, though.
After I knew he was well, I let him out Saturday night to roam around my room. Apparently what he missed most was sleeping on
my his bed.
“I’m sorry about plotting to kill you; the water makes me unreasonable. Will you let me out now, please?”
“Ahhh, I’ve missed my bed!”
so fresh and so clean, clean.
back to his old “pet me” self.
As he was feeling like his old self, he decided to give me hand by “helping” me make my bed. It’s hard work being a wrinkle-chaser, so he had to rest a lot in-between changing sheets, but he does such a good job that I can’t complain.
Goodness, I love him!
I believe I also picked this word up from Dickens’ Oliver Twist.
“I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one. . . . Humans are caught—in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too—in a net of good and evil. . . . There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
1250–1300; Middle English < Old French < Latin avāritia, equivalent to avār ( us ) greedy + -itia -ice
|Part of Speech:||noun|
|Synonyms:||avidity, close-fistedness, covetousness, cupidity, frugality, grabbiness, greediness, miserliness, niggardliness, parsimony, penny- pinching, penuriousness, rapacity, stinginess, thrift|
Asked same friend for another sentence,
Consumed by his own avarice for pork rinds, the portly pollack soon had no room for momma’s kielbasa.
Funny and disgusting all in one; bravo!
“Avarice” by Georges Barbier – 1924