Making Hay When the Grass Is High
I've been up to my nose in work the last few weeks, which is only a good thing. A lot of the fun things I like doing have fallen to the wayside for the time being, including nickhaus. But tonight it's dreadfully hot here and I'm taking a break from all of my competing obligations. Ugh, I can't get anything done on days like this. The air feels like the inside of a dog's mouth.
I've had some fun, though, in these mad weeks -- I went off to Brimfield for a day (and briefly met the lovely Amy of Apple a Day), and I would die if I denied myself the Sunday flea market. Steven and I have been planning a trip to Newfoundland, Labrador and France (maybe) for late in the summer, and I'm attempting to lighten my hair with chamomile tea, which so far has been a complete waste of time. Also, news regarding Rex Begonias (native to Colombia) and more apothecary jars than you can shake a stick at. All of that, and more, to come!
I'm not dead, I promise.