Saturday, November 10, 2018
Sometimes you have to go through thorns before you can smell the roses. Is it worth it? Yes.
The skies above my home are tinged orange because of the horrific fires in California. My heart and thoughts are with all those who suffered through tragedies this week in my home state.
Friday, November 2, 2018
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
When tiny spiders come down with a case of wanderlust, they throw out fine lines of silk and go wherever the wind takes them. If they're lucky to catch the right jet stream, they can cross vast oceans this way. Eight-legged balloonists have even been found high up in atmospheric weather balloons, though they were probably dissatisfied with their final destination. Happily, our little guy here and his traveling companion are having better luck on their aerial adventure.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Pictures of goats climbing trees are quite comical. Who knew! But sheep are
Happy Mother's Day.
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
So a lone daffodil popped up in front of my house a few weeks ago. I know not where it came from. It's a little known secret that all daffodils are connected, and you can use them to talk to fellow daffodil-ogglers around the world. I tried shouting into mine, but there was no answer. Perhaps it was the floral equivalent of a butt dial?
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
For a good many years, I lived in the suburbs of New York City. In the late winters, while driving along the roads, I'd keep my eyes eagerly peeled for forsythia bushes. And when I spotted these bright yellow blossoms, I'd know spring was coming very soon. It didn't matter if the gray gloomy skies and frosty air said otherwise. Seeing these flowers made me so happy that I planted several bushes in my garden, a decision I later came to regret, because they are such overly enthusiastic growers. Still, I have a fondness for forsythia and miss looking for them.
Friday, March 23, 2018
Friday, March 16, 2018
Friday, February 9, 2018
I read a story recently about an underwater mailbox off the coast of Sasumi, Japan, the only one in the world. That's pretty cool and something I'd like to see one day if I weren't such a poor swimmer.
If you ever go to Disneyland, you can see Monstro, the giant whale from Pinocchio. When I was little, Monstro terrified me. His eye! His eye MOVED! I swore he was alive, and I'd be in tears as my dad carried me closer to him. I probably tried to claw my way out of his arms like a cat being dragged to a bath. There's a little boat that you can ride that takes you through Monstro's gaping maw to Storybook Land, which to this day I have never done.