181 / 365 What’s Up, Doc?

I only have a couple of houseplants that I really baby throughout the year.  My favorite is this rabbit’s foot fern.  The stem of the plant looks like a furry paw growing out from under the foliage.  New fronds grow from the stem, as seen in the photo.  I love a plant that makes me smile.

180 / 365 Frog Blog

Five weeks ago we added floating boogie boards to our pool to help critters rescue themselves when they fall in.  Some of our friends think we’re crazy, but I’m a believer… we’ve only had one casualty since the self-service program began.  In fact, the frog in the picture is the first “save” I’ve had to initiate since May, and I’m not convinced it really needed help (the hose attaches to the side of the pool).  However, just in case, I reeled it in and sent the critter hopping on its way.

179 / 365 Feeding the Multitudes

Some time ago two renegade plants began sprouting on a small hill next to the church parking lot.  As they grew, my office buddy P and I watched them closely and finally determined that they were a type of squash.  We thought the preschool teachers had planted them as a science lesson, but that was not the case; the plants may have reached their destination by way of the annual church pumpkin patch.  Regardless, they have started producing fat round yellow squash.  We harvested the first batch today, and P is going to make a squash casserole tonight and serve it to our colleagues at our staff meeting in the morning.  I feel like a pioneer.

178 / 365 Smart Choices

H and I stopped by the market to pick up a few food items, and it struck me how different our shopping lists are.  Can you guess who’s dreaming of what for dinner?

177 / 365 A Blogger’s Lot

During a recent souvenir shop visit, H discovered this decorative tile and suggested to me that the guy who wrote it must have a wife who is a blogger.

176 / 365 Talkin’ Laundry

This is a picture of H’s clothes hamper, stationed next to the washing machine, ready to be unloaded.  It reminds me of an unexpected laundry conversation that we had this morning as we were taking an early walk through the neighborhood.  It began when two manly men, deep in conversation, came jogging by.  It was obvious that they had traveled a good distance because their t-shirts were soaked in sweat.  Once out of earshot, H began to express his thoughts:

“Those guys are really going to smell when they get home.  Those t-shirts must stink – they have to go into the wash immediately.  Just think if they went into the hamper, everything else would smell. No way are those going into the hamper!”

Having said his peace, H was quiet for the rest of the walk.  I never knew he felt so strongly about laundry.

175 / 365 Is This Really Necessary?

P had a check-up at the vet today, and while we were waiting on the doctor I took the opportunity for a few candid shots.  He made a point to play the “pleading big eyes” card to persuade me to take him home.  I did… but only after his exam was done.