This was the first picture I took where I realized, "Holy crap, I can see the definition of the stars! They're not just blurry orbs floating in a milky sky.". What a difference! {end tripod raving}
{commence second part of raving} WHOA!!! Makes me wanna go camping RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
Oh yes.
The tripod is lightweight and sturdy, perfect to take along on those long voyages into the interior of Panama. Can't wait to see what this little tripod can do!
Gratuitous shot of my pretty little herb garden before it was devoured by our neighborly cattle. At least I was able to get a shot of the garden pre-midnight snack attack (very few plants survived the attack: mostly root systems and half eaten shoots).
Let's play a little game called: identify the herbs above. No, seriously, let's play that game because I seriously don't know what half of those herbs are called or what they do. I do so love the purple clover looking plant over yonder. Wanted to use them in my bridal bouquet and also for the groom's boutonniere before the vicious surprise attack.
The only plant the cows did not even nibble on was the infamous "ruda" well known for her pungent smell and other holistic uses. She's the mint green plant in the front row, second from the left.
Happy cactus! Grow so that we may tear off your babies and propagate them across the land!
Sunflower seedlings shaking off that old husk of long ago (these got dug up by Calypso about a week later. Yes, my garden is battling for survival).
In this edition of WHAT THE EFF IS THAT?! We'll put the spotlight on a fat slug like caterpillar munching away on mango leaves. I think it is a caterpillar, but I don't poke anything hairy on principal so I can't confirm. I like to imagine that the big, fat caterpillar is the Mob Boss (the Capi de Tutti Capi) and that the smaller hairy caterpillars surrounding him are his cronies, and they're sitting in the back booth at Sal's Pizzeria talking about, letting Ernie "take the plunge" as in "Sleep with the fish" as in "Early bird gets the worm", but no one ever talks about the poor worm. Ernie would be that worm.
I like how quickly this became a gardening post. How about I just categorize all my posts as 'Miscellaneous' be through with it. I might as well title it 'A bit of ADD, that's all, wait, what was I doing?'.
Gardening like a Lady: a manual by moi. Rule 1) You shall not curse a) your fiance b) the pets c) the cattle d) your fiance (yes, twice). You shall not exclaim in vociferous proclamations when Mother Nature does not bend to your every whim and plea. You shall wear a hat, always, which you will promptly take off in the bright hot sun as it, "Flops this way and that, doesn't allow me to SEE properly". You will wield a pick ax like a pro, until you pull a muscle because, WHAT IS THIS, MANUAL LABOR?!?! Kidding, I love making holes in the ground and sticking living things in it and then worrying about them endlessly as the friggin' ladybugs have their way with them. Good times!
The Lady who Attempts to Garden by my beloved. This could also be titled, The Lady Nectarine.