You might recall my sort-of-eulogy on Day #131 about the owner of the garden I pass on a daily basis on my way to and from my son’s creche. Since then I have posted a smattering of photographs documenting the giant daisies as they slowly come into bloom. Now, finally, the garden is in full…
Today was long and exhausting. Have a fun-coloured plant while I try to reconstitute my brain cells.
The advantage of this unintended photo essay of the flora in the front gardens of Shelbourne Road (and, as I’ve realised, a stretch of Upper Grand Canal Street), is that in the process of paying close attention to the flowers that are blooming I have been able to appreciate them in different stages of blooming. Here’s an example of a…
This post is brought to you by the colour purple. It was also written about two weeks earlier, but I decided to withhold posting it until today, in honour of Terry Pratchett’s memory and The Glorious Revolution of the Twenty Fifth of May. How do they rise up? Featured photo courtesy of Agent J Written on…
I was honestly looking for something, anything, else to post today. Who knows, maybe I’ll go and have a fabulous yoga class this evening that I should have written about instead. However, the day was kind of crappy and stressful in small but annoying ways and the most cheerful part of that was once again slowly…
I didn’t intend to turn this into an ongoing project, but hey, what’s another thing in my life that turns into a Thing of its own accord? I find myself, this spring, fascinated more than usual by the gardens and flowers that I pass by on a daily basis on my short commute. I mean,…
Today’s post is not about being happy. I did say, when I started this blog and called it “Infinite #100happydays” that no one can (or should) be happy all the time. We cannot appreciate happiness if we don’t have something to balance it out, to remind us why happiness is so important. So today’s post…
It’s hard to feel bad about anything when there’s beautiful sunshine and flowers are continuing to bloom everywhere. These giant blooms are outside of my son’s creche. Terribly sleep deprived but making progress on a big work project involving one of my favourite things ever: Excel spread sheets. The workaholic in me is rejoicing. The…
The Feathered Rose 