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OK, I need to post and well, uh… I got nothing! Actually, I do have reams of fascinating blog material just sitting here in my brain gathering dust, but the thing is, Russ is out of town and I am really trying to get my basil planted in my new ceramic pots I got for, hello! six bucks! at this salvage place I read about in Friday’s paper and I went to Whole Foods (the world’s most expensive, pretentious grocery store that I just love) and got dinner for all three of us from their Hot Foods bar which was great because I could get different stuff for each of us which totally works because MAN, do we have different tastes in food these days, and anyway, I decided to just post these photos from the last few days. And yes, that is one giant run-on sentence, but it accurately  portrays the hamsterwheel that is my brain these days.

So– here’s Madi at a Latin Festival this weekend:

And here’s Charlotte singing in the performance choir’s Spring Concert:

Here are some small Hispanic boys wearing Day of the Dead old man masks and dancing with canes.

(I don’t get it either, but it makes a nice photo op, don’tcha think?)

And finally… lunch at the Latin Fair. I know it looks like roadkill, but it was actually barbeque chicken from Super Pollo on Nolensville Road, and it was mighty tasty. We all three fought over shared it, which is why it is in shreds. And yes, those are my creepy corpse hands, please send lotion IMMEDIATELY.

 

 

 

OK, I said they were random photos!

 

 

 

 

 

I had big plans this morning to go to the Farmer’s Market and get my garden plants, but it rained like a son of a gun most of the day, so it kinda blew that idea. Maybe tomorrow.

I’m going to be more realistic in my planting this year, which is a nice way of saying that last year I went ape-shiz and crammed every square inch of my raised beds with all manner of things I’ve never tried before, to decidedly mixed results. Not to mention the marigolds I over-planted in the corners of my boxes. The idea was to discourage veggie-eating bugs, but actually I think what happened was that the dang flowers were so huge the insects couldn’t even SEE my tomatoes. So I guess it worked. I think my favorite thing (besides the obvious–hello, tomatoes!) was the many varieties of lettuce that I grew. That was fun. I loved getting out my blue pottery salad bowl with the chickadee on the side and padding out to the garden in my bare feet to fill my colander with butter crunch and red leaf and baby romaine and curly endive… actually I may over-plant that again!

I also hope I can find another tabletop-sized gardenia like I did last year. I set it out on the coffee table in the gazebo and it smelled heavenly– just like the Jungle Gardenia perfume I used to wear in the 10th grade that my poor dad hated so much that he drove me to school with all the windows down even in the dead of winter. Good times. Anyway, I’m hunting for another one.

Here’s what it looked like:

Well, I’ve got the news on and it is full of dire predictions about BAD SCARY STORMS marching our way, so I may not make it to Farmer’s Market tomorrow either.

(P.S. OK, I was on my way to pick up Madi from a track meet, right? And right in the middle of the Brentwood ‘burbs, sitting on a freshly mowed green lawn just as gorgeous as you please was a red fox, just calmly sitting there watching the cars go by while scratching behind his ear with his little red foot! I almost hit a mailbox! How cool is that?)