Dear (potentially) Angry birds,

I did not say anything when you helped yourself to our grass seed, and I looked the other way when you accidentally crapped on my hammock, because I'm sure this was not an intentional act to gross me out. I'm hesistant to say anything because I like seeing your cute little fluffy bodies hopping about our lawn, and I don't want to spoil the relationship, but stealing our worms? That's just ungracious. Something has to be done. I spied on the birds in the neighborhood with binoculars this weekend. None of our neighbors were crazy enough to be outside in the pouring rain and therefore were not creeped out by my nosy behavior. Sean and I spent a significant time sitting on the front porch. No one does that anymore, eh? You'd be surprised how relaxing it is to hear the rain and listen to the chirping, while checking out the action. Trying to identify their songs with an app on my iPad called iBird was a fun challenge. I might have freaked them out a little by the range of calls coming from the front porch, but the robins hung around out of curiosity I imagine. After a large downpour we would head out with a pail and collect earthworms, or as Aristotle would refer to them- intestines of the earth. I have these cool neoprene boots Sean calls my moose hunting boots to wear. They are fearlessly large boots and I love em! Luck was in our favor this weekend, we walked to the grand opening of our local Rona and were given free flowers to take home. As many as we could carry. We also found a compost someone put out on the street as a giveaway- can you believe it? Sean's dad surprised us Friday night with a delivery of mussels and lobsters we feasted over the entire weekend. Score! Sean was a good sport trying to learn cribbage one night by lantern light. I haven't had so much fun since I was a kid in slush pants and duck boots. All you need is a nice cup of tea to keep warm.

Weed ‘em and reap

These are perrenials I picked up and plugged into baskets just as quickly, but I figure as they are perrenials I may be able to take credit next year?
I swear Sean must be sneaking the plants booze because they do so well with him and yet I can not be trusted to their care.
The bouquet of choice this year consists of sedum angelica, coleus, hearty geraniums and fuschia, as these were the only things that survived the winter apocolyse of flowers last year they have earned their place in the lineup.

 I didn't even sprout my own herbs this year, but they are looking ever so chique! Voila, instant gratification here I come.

Fiddleheads fail

I confess, I fed us fiddleheads raw in a salad last week, and no I did not think to boil them first, and yes we had a giant bike ride when we noticed that one of these things just doesn't belong here (in the belly). I had some mild discomfort and he had a full two day onslaught. Need I say more? Just google fiddleheads and you will see you should not eat them RAW. whoops. He will not let me forgot that I owe him because I poisoned him- do you know how awful that sounds?!?

silly mel

Ummm, you're doing it wrong. 

 It appears from my après - ski glow I like to hit the slopes of Mars, and to add to it, I had to walk into work like this on melanoma monday- yeah, a citywide initiative! I was the voluntard for the whole thing. Wear your sunscreen, ok kids. I could not even look people in the eye, I didn't want to see their reaction for three days at least!

 Sean thought it would be fun to capture a time lapse of me "reading", while it appears I do everything but when sitting on the couch. I think there were 5 of 100 picture of me actually reading. Good thing he didn't catch me picking my nose like I usually do when he leaves the room. He did capture some classic Mel faces- just not the mirror face, or the dance face- to be continued..

optical illusion

If we had a house full of these, it would feel like a castle!