Wednesday, September 27, 2006

bonnie and clyde

...they snuck through the gates, skirted all the alarms, evaded security, and they were out. With treasures in their arms they ran... ran through a mass of business suited humans, apparently oblivious of their surroundings. they ran, to a parked car waiting for them in anticipation. they hopped into their getaway and drove. drove as if nothing had happened.

they returned home, turning into the dusty drive and parked. neither one had said a word for the hour long ride. parked behind their house... they sat. neither moved. both stared out the windshield. no words were spoken. and after what seemed to be another hour, they turned to each other. what happened in that car cannot be spoken, but they left the car rejuvenated. it would be another few hours before they got the call. the call to deliver the package.

after showering and put on respectable clothes, tech tools used were placed in storage, behind loose wall stones - awaiting another day.

and then the phone rang. she answered it. it was a foreign voice. not the initial contact. she was not sure if this was a trick. had someone found out? but all the codes were correct - but this was not the agreed meeting point. they were to meet at the train station.

the train station was build a hundred years ago. it had gone to disrepair, but recently became gentrified - hosting a coffee shop and small boutiques. a place for yuppies, although not in a yuppie neighbourhood.

it was now 2:00, and they were to be there at 3, which did not leave them much time. they both got back into the car, and once again sat. hearts were pounding. adrenaline pulsing through veins. this could be the end - or the start of a very good life.

and with a kiss the car started...





Tuesday, September 19, 2006

hazy shade of winter

yeah - the clouds were hanging low when i left work today. it was beautiful.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

images from the villita



The little green ball on ground is a Gold Drop Potentilla Potentilla fruticosa 'Gold Drop'. It wants full sun, I think it will be okay in this spot - it got a ton of it today.



Weeded... and another Gold Drop, without its drops of gold.



Here, I clipped back the grass away from the walk. Looks a lot prettier now.



I did read how to cut back the roses... I hope I did not kill them...



Evidence that I have not killed all the ivy...





This is where the garden is going next year I think. I'm going to stick the bricks into the ground. I don't know if I want them upright or flat yet.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

and so, after reading the newspaper about the multipling papers, i left work, with this heavy on my mind. The only solution for me, at that moment in time was to pull up stray grasses, weeds, chrop more branches, and plant a few odds and ends. I think the yard looks nice. it is really shaping up. if i CHARGED my camera batteries, i would show how pretty it looks. it is starting to look like less of a weed patch and more of a playground for henrydog. oh wait... henry likes the weeds.

and, at this moment, i am writing on my back porch, on m laptom, on a fast, secure, wireless network. Yippee!

HEADLINES: Papers are having unprotected sex and multiplying like rabbits

September 7, 2006. Cincinnatio, Ohio. Papers laying on desks of offices around the country have had an increase in birth rates. As there is nothing to do, often for days, these flat, reincarnations of trees have found themselves madly making love and producing offspring, sometimes in excess of 10 new papers an evening. Why this sudden increase in birthrate? Some experts say that it is because the work is piling up so rappidly that these papers are being forgotton, sometimes abandoned and it is the only solice to procreate. Others say it is because of the poor planning on the part of the owner of the desk. Even when the papers are told to get in files or form piles, this does not remedy the situation. Something needs to be done immediatly. This is a problem, and birth control needs to be given freely to these lonesome papers.