Green Thumb?

Walked out on the patio this morning to discover that one of my giant hibiscus plants had produced a bloom. I’d love to show you a picture, but the husband has misplaced the digital camera charger. I took a picture with my phone and emailed it to myself; who knows it may show up in my inbox; but let’s just say that the phone isn’t exactly a smart phone so we’ll see.

The sad thing is these gorgeous flowers only bloom for 24 hours then wilt and die. But, my god what a glorious 24 hours!

Wow - look what showed up in my inbox!

NOLA

Spent part of the day looking at tumblr pix and tweets from Jazz Fest in New Orleans. I lived in that wonderful city for over thirteen years and once you do, the line “Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?” really takes on a poignant significance.

photo credit: bellecreole(dot)tumblr(dot)com

photo credit: bellecreole(dot)tumblr(dot)com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Although the reasons to leave were legitimate, just looking at a photo of any street in the French Quarter can actually break my heart!

To read or not to read

Is it really wrong to semi-obsessively read a colleague’s closely¬† guarded anonymous twitter account (that I’m not even supposed to know exists) for mentions? Or worse, to feel that little flutter of¬† “gotcha” when said colleague displays blatant duplicity with scathing tweets? ~ Madness