Dear Gretch, Krissy, Andy, Jo-Ann, Rob...

...and all you other folks out there who celebrate Rabbit Rabbit Day:



I started noticing this baby bunny about 4 weeks ago, hanging out under my tree. It was the size of a mouse. I am NOT kidding. It has grown and prospered by eating our clover. (We are proud to have a chemical-free, grass-free, weeds-galore lawn.)

Baby Bunny has learned alot since moving to our tree:
1) 3 kids screaming "BUNNY BUNNY!!!!!" to it's face, will no longer make him flinch. Even slightly. He goes right on eating clover.
2) Clover is much better than baby carrots, or a bowl of fresh, cool water.
3) The mailman is scary.
4) Cool rain feels really good on hot fur.
5) The crazy lady will come out of the house with her camera, if he stands on the front steps and does something cute.

That's all for now.

Ghost Dawg

I've been trying to get a shot of this dog for months. Usually, I see him just inside the door, with his nose pressed against the glass. I call him the Ghost Dawg. Christine gets the credit for shooting him, since I was driving, & she rode shotgun :-) 

Obscene Ginger

I'm a fan of ginger root. Love it in a spicy sautee, diced into asian soups, (email me for the recipe)

or sliced thin between bites of sushi... 

even boiled in a pot as ginger tea. But having been ignored lately, my ginger started to scream for attention. By growing in an obscene fashion.

Does anyone know how to care for growing ginger? Can ginger survive, here in a climate of such bizarre extremes? Should I let it stay in, or bring it out? Plant it, or leave it? 

Life is.

Moody Monday

Mina

This a note from Mina, who is 96 years old and lives across the street. Every other week or so, we do food shopping for her. In return, she likes to leave us treats by our door. This morning, she shuffled over in her pj's and left us this note, attached to a tupperware wrapped 3 times in saran wrap. Inside were madeline cookies & 3 chocolate covered maltballs. The note says:
Thank you for wanting to shop for me, but Ed called to take an order. Perhaps some dried prunes. I love them! P R U N E S.
Fondly, Mina

Don't you just LOVE Mina?


Here she is, reading books to the varmints.


...and 2 years ago, giving out candy on Halloween.


3 years ago, giving out candy on Halloween.

First Blogiversary

On this, the occasion of my first blogiversary, I'd like to say, from the bottom of my heart... thank-you.
When this all began, exactly one year ago, my first post was about digging deep.
http://faboolosity.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuff.html
I'd like to dig deep again, & bring up thanks, to YOU who read & comment on my daily or weekly visions. You, this handful of sweet, quirky, brilliant, supportive and creative folk.....You have inspired me, and encouraged me. You make me feel connected, when really, I spend a good part of my days & nights (working?) alone in front of this box.
I wish you all continued joy, inspiration, creativity & beauty, my friends.
And again...I thank-you.

Summer Odds & Ends

Ms. Moth does her banking at Citibank.


Big leafs.


Rare Heart-Headed Mountain Goat


Pretty.


A House by the Beach.




Shea Stadium at Night.

We Have A Winner!

Onesilentwinter, you win this juicy book! YAY!!!!
Send me your snail mail to: faboographics {at} gmail.com, & I will get it in the mail to you, pronto.

To everyone else, much thanks for all of your suggestions!
xoh

Take My Book, Please!

This book was so rich and juicy with imagery, scents & flavors, that it kept me wanting more until I was in sensory overload.
I thoroughly enjoyed every single word. SOMEone out there in bloggyland recommended it to me, so to keep the good book karma rolling, I decided to send it to one of YOU. All you have to do, is leave me a comment, suggesting a book for my next summer reading experience, to be eligible to win.
Contest ends friday at 5pm est.
Good Luck!

Monday: Slightly Wilted

Vase: Trader Joe's Extra Virgin Olive Oil

The Day That Farah Fawcett Appeared in Our Basement

In a bizarre chain of events, my old buddy RW was in town visiting, & we had just had an intellectual discussion about who could possibly be the Farrah Fawcett of the 2000's. We tossed around Jennifer Aniston, (no) Brittany Spears, (nope) and decided that NO ONE could replace Farrah. Then THIS appeared in my basement art gallery. An authentic Farrah poster from 1977. Turns out that Hubby put it up there, in honor of his impending elementary school reunion.


This was my chance to run away.


But I'm glad I stayed. We laughed, cried, screamed & ate. We saw ourselves in our kids. It was amazing, healing & joyful. Hubby will be up for hours recounting every conversation. C& K: our excursion was the highlight of my day!
Here is the motley crew trying to behave long enough for pictures...

Proof

Little people party barefoot.

Currently Working On...

...this restaurant menu, which is making me very, very hungry.

Walk: 7/7/08

Welcome to my secret garden for the little people.

Lamp Re-Vamp

Remember this loveliness (a pair of mid-century lamps) that I acquired from my inlaws???
I finally finished making the lampshades. The trick was finding the right metallic marker, & having the time to actually DO them.
(click on pic for close-up)

S...

...is for SNAIL,


who leaves a sticky trail.

Walk: 7/2/08

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One of those Perplexing Questions....

Why do boys get the long eyelashes?