i hear you knocking at my cellar door

hey, alright. tuesday. in what unexpected ways will i be disappointed today? the suspense is killing me.



stop chompin' my thyme! the lot of you, but mostly YOU, girl-cat.



you know, i've always wanted pot racks. so i went and got some. now i have pot racks. see how that works? easy!





i live for her.



tis the season for nailing shit to the walls



all care of the cottage trip. should have got more. a select few special folk got some spruce bunches also.

she obviously cannot get enough of these things. can't say i blame her.



i, on the other hand, cannot get enough of touching and arranging my things - the physical and mental, and trying to put my best foot forward. some days it takes more effort than others. some days it takes stopping on my way home and buying myself flowers.



yeah, that'll do the trick. for now.