Poppies and Blog Procrastination

These are the pink poppies from the seeds I acquired at Seedy Saturday two years back.

It's a swarming, noisy zoo of a seed swap and you come away from it loaded with packets and packets of wonderful things--all in exchange for the wonderful things you don't personally want any more of in your garden.

I traded some little envelopes of columbine and foxglove for these poppies.

You want to know how many foxglove and columbine I have? A lot.

Come on over to my house and you can have some.

So I haven't exactly been blog-a-licious lately.

It's rather odd because I like to write something most days and I've had lots to write about: two rather wonderful weekends and a trip to Vancouver (including meeting Kim's baby for the first time), a series of sometimes frustrating dance practices, successfully and accidentally avoiding being present at a rather unpleasant confrontation of sorts, changes at work, the frustrations of computer problems (okay, well that's one reason for not blogging every day), interesting conversations, good books, the time my evil black umbrella bit my thumb and wouldn't let go....well, perhaps just as well not to relive the unpleasantness of that incident!

Anyhoo, I have lots of things to share....but once again I'm leaving my readers (who, mostly being friends or blood relations will love me anyway and contine to check my blog even if I'm not writing every day) with a vague post about my doings, and also the irony that I'm reading a book called The Procrastinator's Handbook .....