July 24th Market

Beauty of the Night

Lovely. Fuzzy. Elegant. Natural. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I knew I was being more than invasive with just the up close shot; the clicks of the lens, the strange bright red flash of light, the camera a large obtrusive unfeeling object poised centimeters from its breathtaking face. Nevertheless, this creature and I are now friends.

Stairs

Who knew stairs could be so exciting? We decided to go with cable rail vs. balusters and I think we're going to be very pleased with the final look. For code we need 11 strands. Seems a bit much. We'll have wooden newel posts instead of the preferable steel, but it's still gonna look great. We got the idea for cable rail after spying into Bay 7 of the American Tobacco Campus (where we've done wedding flowers). That place is AWESOME!!!!! If you haven't chosen a spot to get hitched, look into it.

So it's slowly dawned on us with everyone asking when we'll move in that we seem to be a perpetual 8 weeks out from moving. We've been 8 weeks out for about 8 weeks. People who have built before give us a look that conveys both understanding and recognition of our naivete. But one day, one day.....
The last post is a picture of the new color of choice on the old, very wrong color of choice. Not that I don't LOVE this semblance of tarheel blue. just not for the walls.

July 17th Market

We have lisianthus coming out of our ears. It's the most beautiful I've ever grown. Despite the fact that it's pink. I love it. I can't believe a millimeter sized coated seed started in December can produce such a gorgeous flower.

These days...

Summertime Wonders

Moral Ambiguity

There are times when I'll kill an insect without any hesitation, an instant reflex, no waffling just a pure moment of motherly protective instinct followed by an immediate continuation of the task at hand. And then there are times when I wait a second too long, contemplating the potential and real beauty of the creature crawling along in all its biological splendor, its life span and the precarious balance we have in our delicate ecosystem. If the latter situation occurs, and I rationalize that the creature should die and I kill it, an inevitable and light wave of guilt passes over. Why the difference when sometimes it's the same insect?

Morning Meeting of the Dark Lords

Cathartes aura. From the Greek kathartes meaning purifier. I won't go so far as to say I love these birds, but I definitely find them fascinating. I keep waiting to get a picture of a group of them hanging out on a dead tree with the highest one in the 'horaltic' pose where it has its wings slightly extended, allowing the breeze to fan his feathers, a gravity bound flight simulation. They have a bad rap and it's gross to see them ripping apart deer flesh on the side of the road, but they're tasteful enough to prefer herbivore flesh.

Ribbit