Fences

I like fences, especially ones that have been around long enough not to be perfect. A person or a fence, untouched by time and gravity and experience is probably not very interesting.

Dog Needs Home

Speck is a dog looking for a home.

"Special Needs" dogs are some of the greatest joys to have around, but they do have special needs. If you are a special person, maybe this would work.

Meditation Flower

This rose reminds me of a labyrinth, both leading inward and outward from the central light. Our minds will fill happily or not so happily with all manner of thoughts-look to the flowers to bring us back to simplicity. I love roses, hardy beings, well armored, yet completely beautiful and fragile. No either or with a rose, but both.

Poigasm

Poi, one of my favorite foods, made its way home from California in my suitcase. (Thanks Auntie Hilda)

I made a dish of steamed ahi tuna and shrimp, a fresh onion or two from my garden and a tomato and a few bits of pineapple (canned, ick)....steamed the fish and shrimp with hawaiian salt, tossed it in the veggies and left it in the fridge for a bit. The salt draws out the moisture from the fish. My cousin Cindy says that type of dish is called poki.

I cooked the poi in the old fashioned way (slow heat not microwave) and had myself some poi and poki. Then I had a bit more poi with some maple sugar and lots of pickled ginger.

It tasted so good I did the same thing again, today, only I just had to reheat the poi-the poki was already cold.

Chilled food makes awesome leftovers-because it's already supposed to be chilled-so it's not really leftover at all. Who is to say it isn't just the way it was supposed to be in the first place?

I was lazy and snagged the wikepedia bag of poi,but I will deny it because my bag looks just like it, only not any more because I ate it...heh heh....except for the bit I'm saving for tomorrow.

Poi is one of those things you either like or you don't, you cannot obtain it in Oklahoma or Texas unless you peel your own taro and that is a giant pain in the ass, so don't come sniffing around here looking for poi. If you're lucky I'll make you some polenta. Hmmmm.....polenta and salted fish.....maybe it would work.

Thar she blows

The sky was just the right shade of green and I checked the weather service and sure enough-tornado about 2 miles east of here.....possible tornado. Definite golf ball to baseball size hail. I left the truck under the carport and stayed home-but what a pisser....look at this storm-tiny, easy to maneuver around.....I'm getting lazy in my old age.

I would like to do some chasing this spring, but will plan it so that I don't leave out from here. I am sure that would fall in the category of "things that would upset your mother."

No Cropping/Editing Required

The little Olympus, my purse camera-was sole camera on the California trip. I got a little frustrated at times, but it did a mighty job of keeping up with what I wanted to do for the most part, and I'm sure I got more shots because I kept the camera in my jeans pocket.

It also fits handily in the super duper camera cage on my mountain bike (aka water bottle holder). It's enough for me to worry about my head and limbs when riding, I can't worry about a camera as well. Actually, I put the camera in the water bottle cage and a helmet on my head and don't worry about much of anything except for little privacy when nature calls.

Poppies, poppies, poison poppies, sleep, sleeeeeeep