Tag: humor

My faovorite weather blogger calls this “beautiful satellite imagery”

I love ya, bro but really?

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Seattle is the red star. I’m a little NW of that. Being in a somewhat clear area is encouraging but obviously the optimism is only temporary. And “cold unstable air”? At least in the present moment everything is stable, just the tiniest wisp of a breeze. But it’s 45 degrees, man. Not sticking my hands into cold wet soil today.

There are weeds to be pulled, chaos to be pushed back, oregano to be pulled/harvested/burned, and a seedbed to be watered (that I can do) because this is the second day of no rain. Just the seedbed today, just the seedbed…then go back inside to another cup of coffee and a day of writing.

It’s not even May yet…May is usually iffy, June is sometimes iffy, the NW joke is that July 5th is the first day of summer…

Narcissus, the conceited flower

Visiting another garden term from yesteryear…a conceit was a frivolous garden feature, design, or perhaps decoration that had little or no use. Are these fanciful posts of mine a conceit? I’ll let you be the judge.

Of course the word conceit drew me to the word conceited and ultimately to narcissism, that state of mind where you fall in love with yourself to the point of not being able to think of anyone else. The mythical figure Narcissus died of thirst and starvation because he couldn’t draw himself away from the pool he gazed into. Ah such a beauty am I, he thought…

Now back to gardening…there is a flower called Narcissus. I imagine it leaning over a pond, gazing at itself lovingly, no thought to sunlight or rain or growing upright…and I forget to help it, chaotic gardener that I am…until the narcissus dies.

what’s a gardener to do when…

she doesn’t have any indoor space to start plants in February? Plus it’s so cold outside that she’s still not gonna rake it? She can talk about what she wishes she could do re: gardening but that requires copious amounts of alcoholic beverages to overcome the melancholy of endless cold gray days…

Or she could have fun with gardening words and phrases alongside AI images she generates. I came across a webpage of gardening terms from bygone days and decided to play around. Spank me but…AI image generation is fun.

So true to my Twisted roots, give me some slack and don’t be afraid to smile…

My first phrase is privy garden, and the phrase once meant a private garden, usually one reserved for kings and queens. But not being of noble blood, and having lived for decades without indoor plumbing…my Twisted brain took me here: