For easter we received some large moomin eggs from a sweet Finnish Easter Bunny, with treats inside:Read More
I did a tutorial post today on the Windy blog: easter baskets upcycled from newspaper, lucky star strips & washi tape (full tutorial at link). We also used kool-aid dye for the eggs which smelled nice (boiled eggs, don't smell quite so nice...) This is our neighbour's basket: W, age 4. I did here a little washi tape "W" on the front. My son preferred to make an abstract washi tape sculpture around the table.
It's mother's day next week. Here I am, old mom. One of the nice things about getting older is that your list of things you cannot imagine ever liking gets shorter. There was a time when I didn't like — at all — black olives (declared at age 3), the Rolling Stones (declared at age 11ish) or Westerns (didn't need to declare, because, obviously). The problem was that my first black olives were tinned, I got hold of the wrong end of the Rolling Stones on that Steel Wheels tour and, I don't know what to say about Westerns, they just seemed not interesting. I never would have imagined an amazing kalamata studded bread, or Emotional Rescue or Deadwood — luckily I wrinkled up a little bit and stumbled upon these things in the course of life.
However, I do have a list of things that I am very sure I will never, not ever like, and geraniums were on that list until last week. I had always thought of geraniums as good in theory: they have deep forest green foliage with bright neon flowers, but it's the wrong green and the wrong pink when you meet them. They smell like a plant, but not in a good way like tomato plants or grass. They have hairy leaves. Honestly, I felt pretty indignant that they were cluttering up the place when there are perfectly good poppies and ranunculus in need of a good home.
Anyway, of course immediately after posting that I don't like them, I found two beautiful geraniums. I am won over. (Oh, the lady at the plant store said she pinches off the flowers — she doesn't like them either. So, I did, and then I found they are pretty by themselves.)
Crystal Palace Geranium
Vancouver Centennial Geranium
By the way, a plant is a very good mother's day gift, don't you think?
Here we are in the middle of Sakura, the cherry blossom season. I like how bloggers at this time upload new pictures of cherry blossoms — it's a nice thing the way we're compelled to reflect nature wherever we go.
(Sakura photo is from oh my! tokyo.)
Pink cherry blossom tea.
Pink milk for Auggie.
I like to look at the tea a bit more than I like to drink it. It has a very mild flavour, though.
I've set up a sakura pinboard as I never really tire of small pink flowers, it seems.