Guess who got her grubby little fingers on the camera again?
Even though the handling of sparse and expensive technology by four-year olds is frowned upon at Wazoo Farm, I can't help but enjoy Elspeth's peculiar way of seeing the world.
The dog is not our dog but belongs to my brother, Kenton, and his long-time partner, Leah. The dog is not an angel-dog, despite Elspeth's rendering here. It is very cute, though.
A reward to the person who can figure out what these two objects are. A reward only if you have not been to our house--otherwise only a little peck on the cheek. (I don't know what that makes the reward. Something unconnected to kissing. A slice of birthday cake--I've been baking tons of them lately).
Angel-dog's tail.
Our terribly ugly ceiling fan in our library--necessary in the summers here, since we don't have central air in our old house, but man, nothing is as ugly as a ceiling fan, unless maybe it's a big, heavy light fixture from the 70's. Note I unscrewed all the light bulbs. I loathe overhead light. In the living room I hid the light switch behind an Indian wall hanging. I feel immediately depressed when someone finds it and switches those sad bulbs on. When overhead light-lovers DO find the switch in the library, they get so excited, and then they flip the switch and nothing happens. I feign silly confusion, perhaps, but inside I am all triumph. Saved from bad lighting again!
My mother brought this fern and her ficus tree to me from Baltimore before she and my father took off to Washington State. They left behind my father's big TV so they could bring me plants. Priorities: absolutely straight. I am a terrible mother to all my plants, but I do love them so. I suppose this applies sometimes to my children as well. None have died on my watch though occasionally they are dreadfully in need of watering.
This one is my favorite: tulip stems against the blue of the entryway wall.
