Weeding Not Fretting

In an attempt to keep myself from turning on the tv and becoming enraged over whatever today's top news stories might be I:

Arrived home from work, let the dog out, threw my purse on the table, grabbed a spade and started digging out wild spring onions from my garden beds. Mind you I was still in my work clothes. Not fancy duds 'cause my job is a dirty one, but still.

Um, made a pasta salad, kind of rushing the season but it is warm out.

Read new postings on my favorite blogs ( congrats to Denise of Little Pheasant for yet one more rave write up), found a few new ones to excite my imagination. ghostly dreams and flower things being one of them. Great writing, beautiful flowers and photos and the coolest flower girl you'll ever see. Okay, I couldn't wait for you to go to her blog, I had to show the photo here!

Must not turn on tv, must not turn on tv, must not turn on tv.

On The Third Day Of Spring

What a difference a day makes. Saturday and Sunday I was wearing flip flops, today I'm in my wellies.

Sunday my little tulip plant had one perfect blossom, today all the flowers are open.

Sunday we were grilling, tonight I'm making meat loaf but with a french potato salad and I can make this why? Because my herbs are growing, I could quickly steam some little Yukon gold potatoes and toss them with a shallot, a few spring onions, fresh lemon juice, olive oil, salt, pepper and some chives and thyme from the garden.

And the meat loaf, kind of a fancy recipe from the 72 Market Street. Restaurant

I don't make the accompanying sauce unless I'm at the beach on Fire Island and my friend Larry wants the whole shebang. For a week in paradise I'll cook anything you ask.

And though I know this isn't a political blog ,one more thing: on Sunday the health care reform bill passed, on Monday, my state Virginia threatened to sue the federal government over the health care reform bill????? What!!

March 20th, 2010

On the first day of Spring, I worked, but i wore flip flops.

When I left the shop, I looked up and saw a tulip magnolia in bloom and pussy willow bursting open.

After work we grilled chicken kabobs and Irish bangers. We ate chocolate dipped fruit left over from German girl's birthday. And we slept with the windows open.

What did you do on the first day of spring?

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March Madness

What a crazy week. Starting with migraine Monday ( which continued into Tuesday till noon) blending into the National Museum Of Natural History"s dinner celebrating both their 100 year anniversary and the opening of their Hall Of Origins on Wednesday, ending with corned beef and cabbage at our friend Anne's (just a little extra jolt of sodium to further inflame the possibility of another migraine).

Now it's Thursday. I have a fresh pedicure, dinner cooked by German girl to look forward to and our one night of TV watching, oh and the New York Times home section.

I didn't get any fab shots at the museum, cause the caterer had set up 2 extra tables and I was so busy running round and round the rotunda counting tables and worrying where the 2 arrangements I didn't have would appear from, I kinda slacked on the photos.

Here's a shot of one of the centerpieces taken at work, a shot of the yummy looking menu ( Click on pic and drool) and of course a shot of the elephant (minus its tail). I had to run because the guests were arriving and I was also minus my tails.

Oh Snap!

I suppose I could be out in the garden this cool rainy day planting peas or some such spring vegetable. But I'm inside playing with my new camera!

The little Sony was getting very tired and refusing to focus. So on the months old suggestion of Marie from 66 Square Feet I went for a Canon Power Shot. I still point and click but the pictures are sharper , the colors brighter and there is less blurring.

So here are a few blossoms blooming around the house. Notice the cute little vase full of garden roses and ranunculus on the window sill, this was given to me last week full of daffodils. Another happy spring gift. Cuter than the leprechaun, eh? And hopefully you can see some branches from our pussy willow in the back yard. Gotta be careful with willow. Take a branch home, put it in water and it grows roots. Then you think, hey why not plant this? Several years later you have a willow tree blocking your access to your back yard. Buyer beware.

I'm Late, I'm Late

I want my hour back! I woke at 7:30, a fine time to start a Sunday for myself and the cat. But it was really 8:30, hmmpt. Grey skies, drizzly but lots of green appearing in the garden. The cat went out, I made my espresso ,iced it , then sat down at the computer. And promptly lost another hour reading a funny blog I just found, or rather found me, called Sara In Le Petit Village.

So now I've lost 2 hours. Technically. But we're housebound today anyway. Sam, our 1993 Toyota pickup wouldn't start yesterday, too much rain? Which meant much neighborhood excitement at 8:50 am, as various neighbors popped out of their houses to offer us a ride to work or to see what all the noise was about. She (the truck) wouldn't start when tried at 7:00pm either.

Once again, neighbors came by, brought the Lab home for treats and gave us the funniest floral leprechaun ever.

Gotta go, cat's in and hungry, I hear the Lab waking up and I need a refill on my latte. I hope everyone has a lovely Sunday and if you find my *@&*ing hour, please send it back home.

German girl's sister Tini, also received a floral leprechaun today. So now I know of 3 in our hood. Feeling lucky.

A Study In Black And White

I'm giddy as a schoolgirl today. Though I have no idea what that saying means because I was rather sullen as a schoolgirl. Only giddy when I thought I was getting away with something. But I never did, get away with anything, I mean. I digress.

At 0'dark thirty this morning my boss,Marnie and I showed up at a hotel in D.C. to present our work to a room full of catering and conference sales people. We were stoked on Starbucks, well groomed for these 2 florists, and all went well. We got it. We're now one of 2 florists doing work for a big box hotel. Lots of work, lots of parties, lots of headaches, I'm sure. I hope we can remember the feelings of gratitude and sheer excitement that hit us when we got to the car. We love to work and we need the $$$$.

In celebration we went back to work, drank more coffee and produced a rather lovely party in blacks and whites , each encased in a different patterned milk glass vase. Florists, we celebrate differently, but no less wholeheartedly!