Oh feminism where is your sting?!

Calling Betty Friedan. . . . ..

look what I found in the kitchen a few weeks ago. Those of you even the least bit familiar with my gender politics might imagine my dismay. For those of you unfamiliar - I'm completely dismayed. Though she does look rather darling. . . . .



(sorry so big. I'll get the hang of this blogging thing yet)

THE gardening find of the year

I am completely taken with this here plant. Yes, I know that plants, unless being sniffed by children (see ancient post of Sedona, nose in mums) have very little to do with children. However, as this is my blog, I hereby hijack all child and cuteness related posts to bring you this incredible feat of nature.
I got a little pot of this oxalis at a master gardener sale early this year for a measely $10. It is perennial, a real treat, and I was able to divide it into 5 pots and still, this fabulous. It even closes up at night and in extreme sun. What's not to love?



Again with the bigness!

In the interim-

While I was away, doing all kinds of things except blogging, the girl turned 3. Now, ask her and she'll tell you time and time again that she is, in fact, 5. Liar, she may be, but consistency is the thing and that she is. Consistent.

Here is the princess on her birthday. You might have to REALLY crank that volume to catch it, though, oh and you might have to speak a bit of Sedona-ese.