For the love of cacti...

Some gawk at boys and shoes. Some coo at babies. Some cheer for outstanding performances.

And some do all these for cactuses. And by some, I mostly mean me.

Maybe it's because Arizona is my one true love or maybe it's because it's PINK (probably) or maybe it's because 2 years ago I finally figured out that cactuses don't attack you with prickles, but whatever it is, I LOVE CACTUSES.

Also, I giggle and gawk and reassure them they're the bees knees about every 3 seconds. Those poor little cacti, such sensitive souls. They need a boatload of affirmation. Or I just like blubbering.
 Probably not that.

Here's to a plant that loves black thumbs! Amen Amen!

PS: if I spelled cactus wrong, I'm sorry. My mother was napping and spellcheck is having a bad day.

Punk in the Garden

Lets Just focus on the kale.

Today I went out in my pretty pink coat with my camera in hand. I ended up in the garden.

Mostly because I was trying to shoo Punk away from the Kale and Basil. It will eventually go in my mouth and I absolutely do not want punk germs on my food. While I never do it, gardening just seems so fun. Planting it, watering it, waiting for it to grow - it just is way to long of a process for me. I like things to go fast. I'm also not the most patient person you could know. I am for sure going to try flowers again this year. Last year, they all just ended up becoming a pile of weeds. This year I am hoping for much more beautiful and colorful results!

 

Huzzah! I finally made the switch and can make my pictures nice and large. I used to make them so small!  This is really going to enhance my low quality photo's huh? Maybe I should switch back and spare you all. :)

Failed Test

I had a wonderful idea for today. It was going to be a fabulous sense celebrating. I messed up. I thought there was such a thing as instant Jello. Apparently I was wrong. I'm going to try my amazingly scientific experiment tomorrow. I still have alot to say about Celebration of the Senses day. Of Course.

First I must tell you about this book. It has been one of my most favorite books. I stumbled across it a few days ago I as I was going through my massive stacks of who knows what. I was delighted because I knew Celebration of the Senses day was just around the corner.
There it is! I just love it. When I found it the other night, I insisted upon reading it to the rest of the family. They insisted on not listening. Oh well. You see, I've had this book a very long time. They already know the story. They've heard me exclaim over it before.

This book is all rhyming. I adore books that rhyme. I think I like them so much because I have no rhyme or rhythm to me whatsoever. I soak up others rhyming nonsense. Thank you Mrs. Johnson for coming into my life. And Mr. Jones, you're pretty neat too. Basically, this book is all about our five senses. Rhymes for each one. Woot.

Now I will tell you about my celebration filled day.

As I said, I was called back for an encore performance. I have no picture of my halo. I don't deserve it anymore. I failed. I forgot my lines. I got the curtain stuck on my wings. I stubbed my toe. I don't see acting in my future either. My future is looking pretty grim. I need some encouragement. Soon.

After my encore debacle, I went with my grandma to a delightful little shop. There they had a quaint little garden. And I mean quaint in a good way. I think gardens are just so awesome. And this one was especially awesome because there was a chair made out of grass. I am dead serious. No joke. I am going to go back and take a picture. I'll show you. You'll realize this is no laughing matter. The store was delightful. I've already said that. They had great music (Hearing) and I found this Merlot candle that I love (Smell) and there was several interesting things for my fingers to explore (touch.) Or course I saw thing. That counts too. For those of you that don't know, I explore with my hands. I'm a toucher. That's how I learn. It's bizarre, I know. I have an expert sense of touch. By the way.

After that I went to grandma's to hang out. I made this cute tea towel. I signed my name with a heart. How lovely. Then I snuggled up with this extra soft and fluffy blanket to watch the Trial. I enjoyed that blanket alot today. I also liked watching the Trial. But that's for another day.


Here's me and the soft blanket. I need one of these. I really do. Birthday anyone? Just keep that in mind.

More massive stack's of who knows what await me. Goodnight. I enjoyed this day. I want that Merlot candle.But I like Yankee better. (Yankee Candles Em! Don't we know who loves them? )

Sincerely,
I think you need a sofa in your yard

PS: I'll tell you about my expert experiment tomorrow. Now that I know there is no such thing as instant Jello. At our picnic on Dr. Pepper day, Someone said that jell0 used to be made out of horse's hove's. I refuse to believe it. And I don't really care. Its a pre-fab wonder. Let's leave it at that.

PPS: There is this insanely loud cricket outside my window. I want him to go away. I can't enjoy my blogging to the fullest with an insane cricket around. That would not be right.