Pumpkins and Plates

I know some of you might be ignorant about what's going on up here on my apartment balcony, but I thought it might be prudent of me to warn you about some plants that just might soon take over the world.

Karen's pumpkin collection has been slowly taking over the balcony since the weather turned warm in the spring. I've added some tomato and pepper plants to the mix. So far, no tomatoes or peppers, but we do have two pumpkins that are coming along nicely:

As it turns out, the pumpkins create a very green sort of privacy screen and, with the addition of a little plate collage on the utility door, our veranda (as we like to refer to it) is looking pretty

festive.It's like a privatish sort of oasis if you pretend that the beltway noise is the ocean and that the truck horns are coming from passing ships.

Big Bun Bun

There

are...

so many

reasons

that

I love

this picture,

not the least

is the man

holding the bunny.

I love the mountains...

...I love the rolling hills, I love the valleys, I love the daffodils. Yes I do...if you love the mountains, you should check out this girl's etsy site because she's captured the feel and color of a mountain forest right down to the twigs...and she did it with a linocut! (She carved these prints out of linoleum and then printed them in layers.) This is my personal favorite, but you should also check out her whole site.

waHOOOOooooo!

School's out for the summer!
School's out for-ever!

If only, haha, but HEY! I've got a summer's worth of fooling around I've been meaning to do so I better get to it!

To give you an idea about what my life has been like:
This is my 3 AM punkin' pie from a few weeks ago; it was for a school project...am I crazy? My life has gotten a little out of hand!

Whew, but it's finally over! On that note, I think I'll go do a bit of research...on my pillow.

Give thanks in ALL circumstances... (or at least give it the old college try)

So, just because it was so ridiculous...

My Day Today:

1. Went to Walter's Art Museum, downtown Baltimore, for school.
2. Car got towed.
3. Got to find out what Enoch Pratt Free Library looks like inside.
4. Called the poor woman from the impound lot maybe 6 times with questions...nice lady, very patient.
5. Dad had to come to the "last place [he] expected to be today...well, maybe Hawaii would be further up on that list" to rescue me.
6. Tense moments in car trying to find the impound lot.
7. Found impound lot, tension resolved.
8. $272 in cash later...bailed car out of jail and drove home.

Cons: Dad had to drive to Baltimore. That was a lot of money. I did a lot of waiting around.
Pros: Nice impound lot lady. Dad ate before he left to come get me (whew!). I realized what a blessing it is to have people I can call to get me out of sticky scrapes. (Some people don't have anyone!)

So anyway, tomorrow's lookin' up for me!

I have to write this poem

(I really did have to write this poem.)

I have to write a poem,
Oh what a difficult task,
Next week, what will I show 'em?
Oh goodness, I dare not ask.

It's 'sposed to be about me,
I'll probly be up all night,
I know I'll get stuck with a 'D'.
I cannot think what to write.

Should I write about sailing,
The sport of my town?
Or Honey Dog wailing,
A siren to drown.

Should I write about dinner?
When I yell down the stair,
"Eating with or without you!"
Delay if you dare.

Should I rhyme about summer?
Hot and sticky to boot,
Wearing no shoes, Oh bummer!
I stepped on a root.

Compose lines about crisp air?
The woodstove smoke curls,
Autumn's leaves everywhere,
Flying up into swirls.

Should I mention the tuna?

That's what we like --
The green kind of tuna,
"And don't call me Mike!"

Should I talk about side-kicks?
We’re “grown-up” and yet,
We still can quote chic flicks,
Whole movies, I bet.

Should I write about meeting,
My Grandmom at three?
A fish sandwich she's eating,
She prays oft’ for me.

Should I write about Sundays,
"Run to finish the race,"
Not by my own ways,
But only God's grace.

Should I speak of the Giver,
Whose mercies unfurled,
Like the long glistening river,
That flows through my world?

Should I write 'bout my folks,
My family tree,
Mom and Dad's jokes,
Ry, Cristina, Dorrie?

Should I write about porch nights,
With coils all lit,
Conversation and no lights,
Mosquitoes and wit?

Sigh,

I think homework's so dumb,
Poems take so much time,

Wait...

Where'd these stanzas come from?
...look at that they all rhyme!

Day of Rest

It's no wonder God planned a Sabbath at the end of the week for rest because all I ever feel like doing on Sunday afternoons is taking a nap. It's like everything you've done all week catches up to you and all you can do is lay like a slug. This week has just been so busYAWNuuuuuzzzzzzzz.........