Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
You've probably heard of people becoming snow blind but I think I've become snow dumb. I mean really how long can I blame this on my illness. It's time for the snow to take some of the blame.
I've been replying to comments that people leave me through email but lo-and-behold the way blogger is set is that I can't reply to comments. Duh! Why didn't I check this months ago. I've replied to so many of you and you don't even know it. Sorry all. I'm snow dumb. Kate I've been trying to reach you so if you could drop me an email that would be cool I don't know how else to get ahold of you since blogger won't give up your email addy.
Wanna see the blasted snow. I took them especially for Miss Fathom and her sunshiny self.
This is from my back door. You can see my fire pit and the black bucket covering a bush. For all you southerners, we have to do this to keep them from being crushed under a ton of snow. Not that you can see the flakes but it is all hazy because of the storm and tons of snow coming down.
This is from my shop door. You can see my giant pine and the pink house accross the street. It's not really pink. Well, yes it is pink now but that's just the insulation. Winter came before they could get new siding on the place.
I've never claimed to be a good photographer and this probably proves it. Some of you take gorgeous scenic pictures and I take these. Of course, I still don't feel much like leaving my couch let alone my house, even in the search of a decent picture.
I've been trying to work but I need to take frequent breaks, which is why I'm here. I've been dreaming of SPRING and my garden. I've ordered seeds and I'm just dying for a decent tomato. Above all the veggies in my garden I covet that first tomato. I'm so sick of these watery pink things in the grocery store. What is up with that?!?! Tomatoes should be RED. Of course I'll still give the store too much money for a tomato in the hopes that it doesn't suck, but it always does. Please spring, come soon.