June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night. . .
Simon & Garfunkel :: "April Come She Will"
It's a quiet morning here at the Blackberry Bungalow; just the little pumpkin and me are awake. Mike and I have enjoyed a few days of peaceful living after a whirlwind month. We went to see Indiana Jones at the drive-in and, as usual, I was appalled at the price of snacks (we're taking our own next time). The movie was pretty good, though, when you take out all the stressful parts.
Yesterday we went to Boone for our quarterly trip to Earth Fare and vegetarian food fix. Mike ended up eating meat (at the place which has replaced Angelica's), I had tempeh, and we came home with $18 worth of gummy candies from the Mast General Store. You've got to have priorities. Really, though, that candy will last us for months. I hope.
I'm glad it's June, but this month still holds some surprises.
Monday, we'll find out just who's wiggling around in my tummy and laying on my bladder. Yesterday, the baby got into such a position that I was nearly squirming with pain and screaming for a bathroom. Just as quickly, the baby moved and I was able to make it a whole 20 minutes without a bathroom break. Mike says I've gotten a lot bigger over the past week, and I feel it, too. Of course, I'm always sizing myself up every time I walk past something reflective. That's what happens when you have a house with no full-length mirrors. ;-)
My birthday is this month, right before the end of the fiscal year at work. I'm sure, by now, that you've figured out that they
might be downsizing me. It's nothing I've done, but they blame the state budget cuts and somehow see it as okay to consider eliminating several real people instead of looking at other spending. It's a big, hilarious mess. That's all I can say. Now that the shock has worn off, it's like
M*A*S*H around work. I talk about willing my office supplies to people and who gets my African violets. Humor in dark times as we wait for a verdict.
Today, I've got a couple dozen napkins for the
Fiber Frolic waiting for me in the Apiary. There are also new curtains to plan for our room and Mike, as Quality Control on all my crafting, is keeping a close eye on the fabric selection. We've come home with some that's he's just obsessed with. I knew he was the one when he wore my knitting and was so concerned about, well, Quality Control. I've also got two sizable custom orders for the shop and I'm
so thrilled to have them. Etsy seems to be working out well for me. :-)
Now, for some flower shots. . .

I'll start with peonies, for Emily.

I've picked the best and fullest, just for you.

This is the bouquet from the other day. See how full it's gotten? I've since restocked with more flowers as the petals drop.

Moving along to the bleeding hearts in white. . .

. . . and tiny pink. I think these are more closely related to
Dutchmen's Breeches or maybe
Squirrel Corn, given the leaves and flower shape.

Now, I've got to do shamelss plugs for the shop. See this columbine?

And this one, too?

Notice how I like to take pictures of my hand?
I show all of these to say that they all came from the same plants, but came out different colors! I moved these from the Old Davis Homestead our first year here. For awhile, they stayed well-behaved and were all purple and ruffly. This year, I don't know if they were carousing with other neighborhood columbines or what, but they've gone and gotten
Variety. I love all the different colors and lovingly collect the seeds each year, which are available for purchase over at
Brandy's Fiber Frolic.
Okay, shameless plugs aside. . .

Gorgeous Rhododendron. And at last:

Dwarf Iris. Aaaah, love.
Happy Sunday!