The thing that I thought was a sunflower was clearly not a sunflower, onna counta it had a cone in the center and did not get any bigger. It was a Black-eyed Susan. Duh. I forgot I’d planted them a couple of years ago, and they do look an awful lot like sunflowers when they first form buds and bloom. THIS is an actual sunflower, though. With raindrops.
I needed a square(ish) format book for journaling, and I like working on kraft paper, so I rounded up some grocery bags and also grabbed some brown packing paper from the recycling bins at work. The boards are recycled from a kids’ book.
We had another fire alarm today, so I took another walk in the Arboretum. This little guy is seriously weird looking. His leaves are shriveled up, like they’re withering, but they aren’t.
I also looked at the lily pond.
Some days cracking 10,000 steps doesn’t seem like any kind of a big deal. Today was not one of those days.
My cosmos are finally blooming! And such a pretty, deep color, too.
I walked to work this morning and was rewarded with a delicately lovely sunrise.
I have never been able to crate Frances, because she has confinement anxiety. I wasn’t even able to keep her confined behind baby gates when she had her knee surgery. She went right through the gate. Surprisingly, she will willingly use her crate, as long the door remains open.
This is her new travel crate. I needed something lightweight and portable to take with us to Minnesota, so Franny would have a safe spot to chill out when things get hectic. As you can see, she has moved in, unpacked, and declared it HOME.
red paper boat 