Collectables

My (spear) mint is a ghost of its former self. It's big and bushy potted plant and has almost no taste. It's been regularly rained on and I wondered if that might be the culprit. It looks fine, but has no real taste.

Aaaargh! Any ideas for fixing this? It was aromatic a few weeks before, in drier times. However, the plant was too small to harvest at that time.

Thanks all!

Sigh. Here we go again. It's past midnight and I'm still up. Finally gave up and decided to write some stuff, my usual ramblings.

I have a client and she's wonderful. She's a writer and writing teacher who knows exactly what she wants out of a social media presence. We work together splendidly. She's not afraid to dig in and get working. She knows how difficult it is to write - because she does just that.

I've enjoyed our time together so far and look forward to more sessions. I'll also be putting together a simple blog/website for her and in general showing her around the web 2.0 world!

Got paid for it, too. Good start, there, Margy.

Well, my writing group began this evening and I think I can promise myself a good kick in the pants to get myself going again. The group calls itself the Spire Writers, based on a theme from the Unitarian church where the group gets space to meet.

A few of us are in search of publication and remuneration and I joined that sub-group.

Kick in the butt, here I come! And that book better be done by the end of '09!

Life can get tough for tough old broads. Bills to pay, creaks and aching joints, husbands that have lost their ardor along with their hair.

Thank goodness for folks with a sense of humor, and all the other wonderful things this inventive fellow below has to offer. So, ladies, put down those dusters, grab yourself a glass of wine and indulge for a moment or two before getting back to the grind:

A sound of joy. My husband and I visited the Boston Early Music Festival's instrument exhibit this afternoon. We were too late for the mini concerts that we would have enjoyed, but in plenty of time to take in several hotel exhibit floors of replicated - and playable - early instruments. Rebecs, Viola da Gambas, Krumhorns and brilliant, beautiful harpsichords. There were three rooms full of harpsichords and they were all breathtaking. A fellow came by as were were looking, sat down at a few of them, and began to play. Wonderful.

I asked the guard if I might be able to take some pictures and he said yes, absolutely. A bit later we came upon some promotional CDs, one of which contained harpsichord music.

Well, you know me.

I saw these flowers at the Boston Public Garden this afternoon and have no idea what they are. They look like purple pom-poms, one per bulb. They're gorgeous and really, really tall.

Any gardeners out there who can tell me what these lovelies are?

Pom-Pom Plants

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Pretty in Purple

A rather telling little tale about waste and want.

It stops to make you think...and also make you realize what you take for granted.

I'm a bit tuckered out after mowing and hedging the lawn. I went over it first with a regular lawn mower, then a weed whacker to get at the parts the mower couldn't reach. Then I got a hand-clipper and finished off the parts that the weed whacker couldn't get to. It's looking mighty nice.

The roses are particularly happy. I have three bushes, all with lots of buds and lots of flowers. They're happy little campers.

Yellow Roses

I'm proud of this, and am putting it out on the airwaves, wherever it will go. It's a video I produced to accompany the Maggie and Della mysteries. I'm still puttering around on the second book, but hope to make more progress on it a) once my consulting website is done and b) after a local writing group starts up again.

I dunno...this life stuff gets complicated.