you've got mail

 my phone knock knock knocks when there's a new text message ... sometimes (most of the time) i don't hear it and it can be a while (a long, long while) before i realize there are words or pictures waiting for me to notice the little flashing blue light...

i dunno how long this message has been waiting for me...

SOMEone who shall remain anonymous but whose initials are Melissa mustabeen hungry,  huh?

 i know Oscar, but i don't remember meeting Evan before...

hmmm...

bacon (meat's gateway to ending veganism or vegetarianism) and maple bourbon?!?

i'd give it a little taste 

just sayin'

Coup de Grâce by Una McCormack

all together now...

working with this guy was a pleasure, lemmtellya...

choose wonder...

plant mom

   Melissa was looking for a way to give new (to her) perennials a way to make it through the drought 

she decided to plant them in pink buckets so they can be moved around till she finds the best place for them 

this one is a bleeding heart cuz she's a bleeding heart conservative resistance fighter

her watering system is upside down water bottles with drip caps

every morning all five-foot-nuthin of her totes around recycled plastic jugs of gallon after gallon of water and fills those little bottles 

 speaks words of encouragement to the Green Nation 

and promises to do whatever needs doing to help them thrive...

they love her back and gave her this garden flag for Mothers Day...

because

 though she be but little, she is fierce

William Shakespeare 

the math ain't mathing

 we were hunting and gathering today and drove past the gas station on our way to drive through tacos/burritos/chalupas... 

this picture was taken exactly seven minutes later...

in seven freaking minutes the price of a gallon of gas went up 24 cents 

this station is located at the same corner where we stand with our resistance signs on sundays 

as cultists drive by

rolling coal and flipping the bird

whilst shouting 

Thing One! Thing One! Thing One! 

and 

You're Stupid Effing Idiot Libtards! 

out their windows...

just sayin'

Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich

thoughts and prayers

putting my needle where my mouth is...

please

heal the sick ... comfort the dying ... soothe our souls 

stitched for the daughter formerly known as Mrs. Moth during her treatment for breast cancer