it's such a uniquely modern problem to have a running 'blog filter' in your daily interior monologue--perhaps the blog has become the exterior monologue. i have found myself shaking my head cartoon-style to try to shake off the little nag---- 'hey, should i blog this?' ...not ALL the time, but more than i'd like. then, how funny, when i get here it was like...'hmm....what's been going on?' whole lotta nothing, lots of interior monologue-ing.

this photo came out SO odd...but really i just wanted to show the gigundo and beauteous head that is this cauliflower-- bigger than my son's (ok so he's 2 but he's a BIG 2) and about the size of mine. it was a must have at the farmer's market. haha. must-have cauliflower.



definitely one for the future blackmail pile.
mark twain said "cauliflower is nothing more than cabbage with a college education."
it was awesome steamed, with butter & lemon pepper.

my own garden, while largely inedible, is something i'm super grateful for. my mom helped a TON< but a lot was us too. it really is lovely now. not bad for the 1st year here, with a toddler and an infant.


dahlia



yellow echinacea/coneflower



pincushion

next year we will really begin to tear things up, putting in a new driveway, a brick pathway, and a slight privacy fence, since militant yard lady next door nearly ran my baby over with a lawnmower this summer. not long, i believe it can be wondrous, even for being so small. *especially* for being so small.

so i guess we're getting closer.... just where the hell's the pot? it's been aeons without it..... tho i swear that southern tier beer has a secret ingredient... oh yum.

i once dreamed king crab legs
would not stop growing from my mouth
as i watched in a mirror horrified

now i wish that would happen
from the place where words come might some
beast of the ocean be birthed

and set to devouring
to tearing apart
to clawing

might i be lulled by salt
pulled by moons
washed by nothing
finally speechless and
without the need