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September 24, 2020

May 01, 2020

Peer pressure at home, you can refer to me as Mother Nature and Doing some good while sitting on the couch.

Can I just tell you all, that your sweet comments really make my day?

I love when someone takes the time to visit my little corner of the world and then leave me a nice note. YOU.ROCK.

It's like you were on your way home from the store, I just so happened to be at my mailbox when you drive by and we catch up for a few minutes.

{{virtual hugs}}

I was face-timing with the girls earlier this week, as I've been doing a lot.

Mostly Linds and I; she's alone 24/7 and has in the past struggled with some health-anxiety issues; I'm proud to say, she's killing it during this quarantine. Cooking, cleaning, working on a movie list and calling her Mom whenever she feels like it.
I'm so proud of her.

HI, LINDS!

Sometimes during our face-timing, we can drag Lolo away from her dog and school work.

I distinctly remember when they were little and when one wanted to talk to me, then the other would too.

My head would spin trying to hear both and give equal attention.

Well, that part has not changed.

They both stated that they were waiting for me to update the blog with a new post; but how can I do that if I'm face-timing for hours at a time?

What say you? There are 22 more hours in a day?  

Honestly, I'll never complain about my girls wanting to talk with me.

During one of our extra-long face time sessions, Lolo began preparing her dinner in the crockpot. Linds was giving directions and then they began to make deviled eggs together.

They asked me to make some too, but I only had 3 eggs.

Later, they sent pics of their deviled eggs via our family chat.
A minute later, the Coach asked for some deviled eggs for when he got home. 

I texted that we ONLY HAVE 3 because PANDEMIC. 

Being a man of simplicity, he said, that sounds like 6 halves. 

I succumbed to deviled egg peer pressure.

I'm much easier than I appear.


***
Last week I attempted to switch over to WordPress as opposed to blogger.

Why you say? Because I've not had a reason to bang my head against a wall until I can't feel anything for quite a while.

It's a task that will take me some time, and I hope I don't give up and succumb to google/blogger for the duration of my blogging life.

The rumor mill around town is that Wordpress is not as limiting as the blogger platform and I dream of NOT being limited.

***

Thursday morning we woke up to a nice heavy rain. My first thoughts were we've been needing rain and my second thought was: "My garden caterpillars are going to drown."

I exclaimed this to Coach and he said: it's nature, they're used to it.


I don't know who he is or who he thinks he's dealing with because I AM NATURE.


**

This morning I woke up and apparently we've gone back in time...back to January.
The Coach has all the doors and windows open, it's 61* and I had to put a sweatshirt on over my PJ's. THAT Is glorious as it's been in the high 90's daily.

We actually have some plans this weekend! *suz shouts from the rooftop*

Do you remember all the events/fundraising we do for our disabled veterans?
Well, it's mostly the Coach, but by default, I get to be a part of it too.
He's got two events planned for August and September on the East and West coast of Florida with our beloved songwriters.

Tonight, he's arranged an at-home event with songwriters via Stageit.com. It's a 'pay what you can' concert with 100% of the proceeds going directly to Liberty Manor.

The mission of Liberty Manor for Veterans, Inc. is to promote the developmental and social needs of disabled, honorably discharged veterans who have fallen victim to homelessness by providing them transitional, supported housing and establishing objectives designed to attribute to self-sufficiency.

Liberty Manor is doing SO much good for our veterans who have served our country and then have through various reasons, become homeless.
Reading the success stories hit my heart in a big way.

So, if you're not doing anything tonight, tune in. 7:30. We personally know all of the songwriters and you'll be pleasantly surprised when you hear the stories behind the songs that you hear on the radio.

**
So, that's all from me. This was longer than I had planned, but what else do you, me, us have to do?

SADLY, NOTHING.

Have a great weekend and thank you again for being my friends who live inside the computer.

XO


April 28, 2020

Can you tell me how to get, how to get out of Funky Town?

Can you hear the opening song to Sesame Street and NOT smile?
No. You can't.




The Coach and I were able to see the sunset via the boat this past weekend.


The beaches are closed, but luckily the Gulf of Mexico is still open.
For now. 

I've been in a bit of a funk. Not sad; just feeling funky.

I'm itching to get some garden work done; updating my veggie garden. I have a plan but need to execute it and finding a day where my arm isn't bothering me is a problem.

Also, I'm itching to get to my happy place; my local nursery.
They're open, but I'm not going because it's really unnecessary.

I'd like to be acknowledged for actually following the rules.

Should I wait by the mailbox for my acknowledgment gifts?  

If you say I need something for my itching, you're not wrong.


I started rereading this book this week; It's been about 20 years since I read it last.
I don't remember the details of the story, but if I kept the book this long, I must've really loved it.


I am staying busy with daily household chores and my butterfly raising. 
Our yard is a flurry of butterflies; lots of different flavors; not just monarchs. 

I found a slew of zebra longwing and gulf fritillary larvae in my bed of plumbago the other day and I was so excited I might have had to change my outfit. 
Their host plant is Passion vine...so, apparently, passion vine found it's way into this bed without even asking me.

THAT fills my little funky heart to the brim. 

How are my people on this fine Monday?
Wait, Tuesday?
Yeah, Tuesday.

XOXO


April 24, 2020

The one where I thought I had nothing to say. Also, Bev's birthday.

Do you ever have those days, weeks, or months where you have nothing to say?


Me neither.

But this week I've been quiet.
It's been a weird week. I've had some things come up; some distractions.

Can I say that I miss doing my puzzle?

Lord. I'm hopeless.

Things I also miss:

*Hugging people; mostly my girls. But also my friends.

*My gym, my fitness coach, and my gym people. (I may be the youngest at our gym and it's literally like Cheers, where everybody knows your name)

{Am I the Norm of our Gym? Maybe}


*Marshalls, Home Goods, TJ Maxx. I know. It's petty, but I do enjoy my outings.

*Publix. I miss just running in for one or two things. I know, I will NEVER take grocery shopping for granted again. Never.

*Dining out. The Coach and I have had a standing Friday night date night for many years; I miss going out for dinner. But, we've been ordering in (or picking up) at least one night a week.

Listen, this is my petty little list and really, I'm NOT complaining. It's just things that I miss.

Can I count my blessing? Oh HELL yes.

*My people are healthy.
*Our business is still in motion.
*I have money in the bank to pay bills.

We are fortunate.
I wish everyone was as fortunate.

***

Tomorrow would be my Mom's 77th birthday. For the past few years, one or two of my favorite people (when available) join me for two of my Mom's three favorite things:
Mexican food and a margarita.

Her third favorite thing? Latin men.

We, being married women and all we generally skip those.

Plus, she was known to be a bad pecker picker; starting with my Dad and she went downhill from there. I'm not badmouthing her; she knew it too.

So, tomorrow we are going to attempt to have margaritas together via Zoom; it will be my first time.
For the zoom, not the margarita.
Now I'm wondering how I can get some Mexican food too.

{Suz and Bev at her 72nd birthday. Guess what we were eating and drinking?}

My mom LOVED my blog. She would call me and say: YOU are so funny.
OR she'd say: Who were you referring to in that post?
Or she would complain that I didn't blog enough.

Now that I write all that, she sounded demanding.

For someone who had nothing to say, I found some words to share today.

Wishing you all a good weekend and if you have the ingredients, have a margarita in Beverly's honor on Saturday. She was the best Mom I ever had and I miss her terribly.

If you are fortunate enough to have one or both parents, call them this weekend, it's the least you can do.

I'm not even a Jewish mom, but I can make y'all feel guilty, can't I?

XO


April 20, 2020

Captains Log: Day 28 or 399? Garden vlog, puzzle upgrade and a plethora of smokers.

Friday morning I did a little garden vlog. Hold onto your seats, it's riveting.

Excuse the noise; pool equipment, pool fountain, and air conditioner because Florida.

***

We had a nice, quiet and productive weekend.
Saturday we got our first delivery (insta-cart) from Costco; it went well.
The funny thing is they won't deliver to our house, but they will deliver to our rental condo.
(zip code snobs)
So, I set up the delivery time and we chilled and waited: (our big outing for the weekend) our delivery guy was right on time.

The Coach was watching a fishing show (also riveting) on TV when I said I was ready to go home with our goods.

He said, "what do you need to get home for?"

I replied slightly embarrassed: "I have a new puzzle."

Good lord. Send help ASAP. 

We got everything on our list aside from

*ONE THING*

Can you guess what we couldn't get? 

***

Speaking of puzzles, because apparently, I can't NOT speak of them. The new one that Linds stumbled upon in Target while getting her essentials is THE. BOMB.COM.

The one I had been struggling with for many weeks, and finally finished, well, it turns out it might have been from the bargain bin at Wally World.

The one Linds picked up? Ummmm...it's top freaking shelf. Like Nordstroms top shelf.
Wait, does top shelf mean liquor? Well, then it's way better than Albertsons Vodka; that sort of top-shelf.

I didn't even know there was a hierarchy in the land of puzzles, but I'm here to tell you, there is one.

The pieces feel different; like they're made from the remnants of a baby bird's feathers that have been mixed with the recycling goods from the Taj Mahal.

Wait. That sounds kind of gross. WHO AM I? 

I'm just a girl. Standing in front of a puzzle. Hoping it will help me to solve it. 


 
*ahem, almost a quote from Notting Hill which I watched a few weeks ago and It's one movie Ernie
can quote*

Such a good RomCom.


***

On Sunday I pressure washed the pool lanai and outside furniture while the Coach put together his newest smoker.

Not only is he a Goldilocks with his chairs/office, but he's also Goldilocks with his smokers.

He has the HUGE tow-behind one that requires a big azz truck and a small smoker/box but needed a medium-sized one too.

{Small and Medium side by side; the new one looks like a time machine. I suppose it IS a time machine for meat.}

He doesn't complain about my shoes/plants/garden/skincare addictions, so, would I ever complain about his smoker issue? 
Hell.to.the.no.


So, it's Monday. Let me check my calendar and see what's happening this week.

Well, it looks like I'm TOTALLY open if anyone wants to get together.

Or not.

Have a good one my people.
XO


April 17, 2020

I'm certified and I'm finished.


My gardens are officially certified.
And you thought I was just certifiable.
Notice my Monarch model; he approved the signage.


Bona-fide.
Authorized.
To be prized.
I'm rambling here.
I wish I could ditch the electrical boxes and irrigation stuff off the walls, but electricity and irrigation are essential to me.
Also, this is the side of our house, not the front. The front is prettier. But don't tell the sides and back; they've never met.


I'm sure the signs will lure even more butterflies to my lair.

I really try to keep my posts short and sweet so I don't lose anyone, but I never know where exactly to stop.

Stop here? 

Maybe stop here?

Nope.more.to.chatter.about

The puzzle is finished.

Can I stop talking about that damn puzzle already? 
No. I can not.

I know, you were probably not sleeping a minute wondering how I was doing with it; it's finally done and yes, I was missing two pieces. MAX!!



























I complained to Linds that it was hard to do because my right arm hurt so much.

Linds: Do it with your left arm.

Why do my children use logic against me?






























When I was finished, I wrote a note on the box for my future self or someone else's future self that two pieces are missing and I sharpied the spots on the box.

If my arm felt better, I'd pat myself on the back for that.

Actually, my arm is feeling a bit better. Thank you all for your wonderful advice; it's appreciated.
Also, icing it a few times a day has been awesome and something I didn't think to do before. *duhh*
It's no picnic being me.

NOW, I'm done.

Kidding.

Does anyone have plans for the weekend?

Suzanne, that was cruel and uncalled for.

Oh, wait.
One more thing.

Our marina has opened back up (with VERY limited contact) so the Coach is excited to get on his boat and go fishing tomorrow. He's been working a lot and being home with me a lot.
He needs some fun because I can only entertain him so much; that wasn't a part of our vows.

I DO wish you all a nice weekend doing something you enjoy with people that you can semi-stand being around.
I consider myself fortunate in that way.
I never thought to ask my husband how he felt about it.
Probably just as well...

Bee good
Bee silly
Bee well

XOXO


April 15, 2020

I hope I don't regret not having a title for this mess.


It's come to my attention that I have a lot of feelings.

Good ones.
Sad ones.
Really, really bad ones.

Just kidding about the bad ones, but I do love a sing-song rhyme.

Also, spell check always tells me that I don't' know how to spell rhyme.

People always say to live your life without regret.
Who are these people and why should we listen to them?
{not my tattoo nor my decolletage}

How does one live without regret? Like, NOT one regret? 
I'm not buying what they're selling.

My regrets; I have a few.

I regret being an anal-retentive Mother when my girls were little. I know exactly *why I was like that 
and I don't believe they are scarred, but still, I could have been a 'lighter' person.

I regret some of the times I didn't answer the phone when my Mom called me.

I regret all the times I stressed over buying and wearing a bathing suit. From the time I was 15 until now; I stressed whether I was 95lbs or 140lbs.

I regret not wearing sunscreen on my decolletage during my teen years.

Upcoming evidence of feelings all over the place.

This song was on my mind the other day.
When my Mom was in hospice we played some music for her.
Me: Oh, she loves this song (she really did) so I started playing it. 


After a minute or so, my Aunt Trisha said: Yeah, she likes that song, but she really loves this one.

My Mom was heavily sedated and hadn't communicated in hours, but she twitched when this song came on. I know she was trying to dance.

When I was a kid and she would dance/drive in the car at hearing a good song...Why did that mortify me? 
Dance/driving is the best.

I don't regret dropping everything and spending copious amounts of time with my Mom in ATL when she was sick.

I don't regret a single day of actually being a Mom or a Wife. (I capitalized on those as they are both positions that I take seriously.)

I don't regret knowing the word decolletage; it's an interesting word.

I might regret hitting publish on this post.

XO

April 13, 2020

The one where Easter was in the distance, a puzzle eater and my !&%$ tennis arm


I hope everyone had as pleasant an Easter as possible. Generally, we have the girls here and my FIL and MIL too. 
I spoke to everyone yesterday on the phone, but yeah, it's not the same. 

I did see Linds on Saturday; I had a little bit of Easter stuff for her and her sister so I met her in front of her building. 
We talked for about 10 minutes but it was so freaking hot so I left. 
No hugs. 
That's the hardest part for me; we are a touchy-feeling family. 
But not in the perverted way. 
Easter bags in lieu of Easter baskets. 
I spent most of the day on the phone either talking or texting and trying to finish a 750 piece puzzle. If I got paid to complete puzzles, we'd be living in your back yard in a tent. Who wants us? 


Also, Max loves sitting UNDER my chair while I'm puzzling. My boobs sometimes knock pieces on the floor and a few times I found him nibbling them. The pieces, not my boobs. 
I know for sure one piece was nibbled beyond recognition and I'm hoping that's it. 
But, every time I get into a puzzling quandary, I wonder:
"Am I looking for the nibbled beyond recognition piece right now?"

This was the only puzzle I had in the house made for adults and it's a challenge for me; further cementing the fact that I might not be an adult. 
Linds went to Target the other day for her supplies and I asked her to look for a puzzle for me and I'd exchange her Easter stuff for the puzzle. 
She said they had TWO in the store and she got me the biggest one; 1000 pieces. 

ME: "I can only do one that is 750 pieces."
Linds: "Well, just don't finish it then."

I don't know where they get it from. 

I really don't want to complain because of all that is going on and most people have real, solid problems and health issues. But, my arm is killing me. 
The tennis elbow came back a few weeks ago with a vengeance. 
I have one of the brace thingys that is supposed to help and I've been doing some exercises/stretches that I found online, but it's not helping. Sleeping is a b*tch. 

I even noted to Linds on the phone that I would be willing to try some medicinal Maryjane or even topical Maryjane. It hurts from my fingers to my shoulder and guess what? I use my right arm for everything. 
My left arm/hand? It's almost useless. It can't do anything for me. So. there. That's my complaint and I'll keep moving on with my great life of not living in a tent in your back yard and being healthy otherwise. 

XOXO



April 10, 2020

Always remember the Lilies {or not}

This post was originally shared in 2011, but it's fitting for the Easter season and it's fitting to remember what a character my Grandma was. 

Does any flower scream Easter like the Lily?
Well, for me, there is none other.

As a child, going to church with Grandma I vividly remember the Easter lilies all lined up near the pulpit.

I remember reading through the church bulletin during the Easter service about WHO the lilies were for as they were all purchased in memoriam for someone.

I remember seeing that Grandma purchased one for my Grandpa after he died.
I would look towards the pulpit…wondering which one was ‘his'.

Years later, I would read that there was a lily placed in my Brother’s name.

And two Easters later, my Dad was added to the Easter Lilly collection.

Sadly, our family was filling up the lily section.

Cut to a few years ago when Grandma was still alive and in her mid 90's; she could no longer get to church for any services.

So Easter morning, the coach and I with the girls loaded up our car and made the hour & forty-minute trek to Grandma’s house in Miami to celebrate Easter.

I had the biggest, whitest lily in the back of the car for Grandma.

When we arrived, she was happy to see us all. She was always happy to see us.

When I handed her the big ole’ white lily…she looked at it, she then looked at me.

I said: Isn’t it beautiful?

Grandma: Lilies always remind me of funerals. And they stink. I don’t care for them. 

Good lord; I should have known.
 great grandma[5]

That woman could not filter her thoughts whatsoever.
So now, whenever I see a lily…I remember HER.

And then my thoughts roam to stinky funerals; then back to her and her unfiltered funny as heck self.

Do you remember when she called me a PERVERT?  Gosh, what are the chances of anyone ever calling me that again?

Wishing everyone a nice Easter wherever you are and with whoever you're with.

XOXO


April 08, 2020

Lit from the inside and out



Lindsay's air conditioner was on the fritz Tuesday. This has happened a few times since her brand new a/c was installed a few years ago; yes, it annoys both she and I to no end.

The drain pipe keeps getting clogged and she went a day with no a/c and it was 80* inside her condo; no outside air moving through at her place either.

We had a high of 92* yesterday; it's summer y'all.

She and I tried to troubleshoot over the phone, then she said: "I wonder if I can clear out the clog, I was kind of paying attention when the guy came last time".

So, while face-timing her dad they MacGyver-ed it out together.

Overhearing the conversation made me smile.

Coach:
Do you have a wire hanger? No, you've never been to the dry cleaner? 
Yes, you have to stick your finger in the congealed gunk.
How about a pipe cleaner?
Hmmm....how about your vacuum cleaner; does it have a hose attachment?
Hmmm....how about your blow dryer? Try that. Oh, you don't have an extension cord?

And so on.

Me wondering when in my life did I acquire all those items to have on hand at any given moment.

Finally, between the blowdryer (the cord was just long enough) and hot water from her kettle, the clog was cleared and she was ECSTATIC to have cool air again.

I think JOY from the accomplished job was as good as the feeling of being cool again;
her face was LIT.

I awoke at 5:30 this morning with a smile on my face knowing she won't be uncomfortable today.

If you need me this afternoon, this non-morning girl will be napping.


One of my blooming orchids from this week; that is a non-adjusted pic.
It's that LIT.

Happy Wednesday
XO


April 06, 2020

Feeding the masses while avoiding mass hysteria and finding essentials.

The Coach found out that two of the college softball girls that he assists with are in lockdown in their dorms and couldn't get home; they're international students. (New Zealand & The Netherlands) They don't have vehicles and have limited funds.

So, he decided to cook/provide food for them.

Then he found out that there are three more at that school and seventeen more at another local college locked down and away from family. International students have a harder time getting home with all this; because of funds and travel restrictions.

He was up bright and early Saturday morning and fired up his little smoker. *giggle*


He rubbed down slabs of ribs and smoked them to perfection.

Saturday the whole 'hood smelled like ribs.
Sorry, vegetable-tarians. 

Many friends heard the news wanted to help as well; several people stepped up to donate meals, sides, some fresh and a lot that can be frozen that they can eat later.
It was all then delivered by a Professor to the Atheltic Director and then dispersed in a very social-safe-distance type of way.

I know I've said this before, feeding people is his love language.

Hence, my weight prob. He really LOVES me.

When he ran to the Hardware store (Ace is the Place!) for some charcoal, he hit the paper/disinfecting jackpot. Ladies, this is the new sexy; much better than flowers or chocolate.

They would only sell two rolls of Paper towels and three rolls of TP, but hey, it's something.
Clorox is liquid gold.

Of course, I wouldn't be me if I didn't let him know that I prefer NON printed paper towels.
Yes, even in a crisis I can be a booger.

Honestly, paper towels last a long time around here because we use cloth napkins (since 2009) for all our meals.

I would have fit in well at Downton Abbey.


If I were at Downton Abbey, I would HAVE staff and not BE staff, right?

I'd hurl if I had to empty a chamber pot and I don't think they allow hurling at Downton Abbey, so I'd be one of the uppity sisters, but not the one who died tragically young.

How are my people holding up? 



April 03, 2020

TGIF; The one where everyone is being safe.


Happy Friday!

Oh, wait, every day is essentially Friday. 

I meant to blog earlier this week, but I was too busy. 

I've been to the mall, the beach, the nail salon, the hair salon, I spent an afternoon at the casino, the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker and then I went to a rave one night; it was a blast. 


You know better. My azz has been at the only safe place on the planet. 


My in-laws live in Lake Okeechobee (they just got their very first case of the virus yesterday) and my funny MIL sent this pic to us of her manatee mailbox. 

She sewed a face mask for it and stated that she was 'prepared'. How stinking cute? 
My in-laws have manatees in the backyard (canal) and a manatee mailbox in the front yard; I love it as it's very fitting for this little town. 


The Coach and I have been eating very well. I made a big pot of collard greens this week along with pork tenderloin medallions. I always feel fancy when I cook medallions; much better than saying I prepared nuggets.  I should have taken a pic before we devoured our dinner. 
If only we had smell-o-vision in the ole blogosphere; but then, y'all would banging on my door and I'd have to ignore you because social distancing. 


I also made a meat sauce in my instant pot and we had it over ravioli. The coach thought he might have died and gone to heaven. It was that good.
Tonight (Thursday) we're having steak, sweet peppers and portobello mushrooms on the grill.

We won't starve.
We also won't lose any weight.
We also won't complain about anything because we're fortunate.


The girls and I have been staying in touch and we have even done three-way face time a few times; I didn't even know you could do that!



Who wore it best? Real-life or our avatar emojis? Just kidding. Real-life is always better.

So far everyone is faring well.
Our business is 'essential' so that's still happening.

I don't think I'll ever become bored.
There are some things I'd like to go and do, but everything can wait.

I am a bit bummed about not being with our people for Easter.
Can we? If we are a party of five?
Hey, that should be the name of a tv show.

How are you? It's been all about me on this post and I didn't ask about you.
Weekend plans?
Are you getting out and soaking up some Vitamin D each day? 

What do you think your Easter will look like? 

Big virtual hugs to all of you reading this.

XOXO




March 31, 2020

Goldilocks and the new office


I started this post a few weeks ago when we were living our ordinarily boring days. *sigh* 


We converted the girls' playroom to Coach's home office.
It's all finished aside from a desktop and printer.

I guess that means, it's not 100% finished. I'm a liar. 



I ordered the desk, file cabinet (behind desk) rug and a desk chair from Pottery Barn when they were having a spectacular sale. I was hesitant to even order the chair because it seemed so expensive to me,  but it looked really timeless and comfortable.

Some of the items were taking forever to come in and then I found out that the chair was going to EVEN more delayed.
Finally, I came to my senses, called and canceled the overpriced chair.

Later, the next day I was at Office Depot picking up some printing and I saw some great chairs there. I almost purchased one for him; then I decided I'd let him choose his own chair. 
See, I'm nice. 

The chairs at OD ranged from $200-$400. Much better prices than PB.

I finagled him to go to Office Depot one evening to shop and he poo-pooed every chair he sat in.
Too small.
Too hard.
Too ugly.

Finally, I asked him where he purchased the office chair that he has in his actual office.

"I ordered it online from Costco about 10 years ago."

Really now.

It goes to show you, we all probably do better with fewer choices in life; that could be a positive spin regarding prison or arranged marriages.

A few weeks later we were in Costco and they had two desk chairs to chose from.
Goldilocks Coach tried them both; and decided that the more inexpensive one was the most comfortable.

Y'all it was $99.

We have too many choices in life and it can make it harder. Right? 

Like right now, I'd take ONE PLY generic TP given the chance.


Oh, and we still have all the kid's books, toys, and games in the office if the Coach needs to take a break from running our empire company.

So, is anyone making any changes at home? 

Well, aside from rationing paper goods and hiding from sick people?


March 27, 2020

butterfly lessons and denial


When I was vlogging about my obsession, need, want of the Giant Swallowtails, I assumed everyone knew what they were. Here is what they look like, and they really are large compared to other butterflies.
You know size doesn't matter, big, small, tall, thin, they're all beautiful. That was me remembering that butterflies might read this and have body issues. 

Underside of the Giant.

And when they want to hide from the butterfly po-po.

Topside of the Giant

It's like they are two different critters when sitting as opposed to flying.
Giant swallowtail butterfly images borrowed from here.  They love citrus trees/plants.


Aren't they gorgeous?


I've had some luck with the Eastern black swallowtail; they love parsley, dill, and fennel, which I have growing in the garden.

This boy was released a few weeks ago:


I have to be more diligent in collecting the baby larvae of these because if not, the birds eat them before I can save them.

The birds act like I don't have food for them; the feeder is always full and still, they want to eat caterpillars. Pretty freaking rude if you ask me.

I've released about 25 monarchs this week and I'm going to be forced to slow down because my milkweed can't grow fast enough with the last batch or four of caterpillars.

I've got the whole world in my hand





























The world might be falling apart, but here is Suz running around the yard playing with butterflies.
Denial is my favorite place to be. Oh, and Home...home and denial are my favorite places.


Any plans for the weekend? A concert? Shopping at the mall? Moving from the bed to the couch? 
XOXO