Nom de Plume

Scratchings and Jotlings on Books, Houses, Pets, Art, the Exigencies of Daily Existence, and Other Ephemera

Flowers

Having flowers around the house always makes one feel good. I usually have to buy my own (ahem), but these mammoth lilies are from the garden.

A Cool Gray Morning

The dog’s asleep on my feet, my plants are thriving now that I’ve poisoned all the slugs that were munching all the green, and I FINALLY (after nine months) have a room of my own.

“I hate the dog.”

At least that’s what Steve keeps telling me.