Without Complications in Baltimore

(Since my vague descriptions of the size, shape and color of our mulberries were not accurate enough for The Engineer.)


I promise the palm of my hand isn't disproportionately large. That's just the best I could do with a one-handed manual focus picture. (And, yes, I realize it would have been oodles easier to switch it to auto focus.)


Sorry I can't take a picture to capture the exact taste, Dad!

Blossom number two (I promise this is the last peony picture):


A few months ago, I told my strawberry plants that I wanted to eat their delicious strawberries on my graduation day. It looks like I can speak strawberry talk because they are right on schedule.

I walked home from class yesterday and was greeted by this beautiful peony blossom by my front door. I planted these peonies over a year ago realizing full well that we may not live in Baltimore long enough to see them blossom (they can take a while to get established), so I was absolutely giddy to see two buds (two!) on one of the plants this year. And now that we'll be here for at least two more years (I'm starting a new program in the fall and Ben is adding on an MPH this year), we'll get to enjoy these beauties for a while. And if Ben matches for residency here (and I write my dissertation here) then it will be six (six!) beautiful summers of these. And they smell divine. And I need to learn how to enjoy their scent without getting light-headed.

These jumbo pots of superbells on my porch make me happy, too. Although sometimes I kind of want to eat them.



And the fact that I graduate two weeks from today makes me beyond uebergluecklich. Especially since my mom, sister, and adorable niece-lette are coming out for the dance party.

I'll have to admit, I hadn't been too clear what all the talk was about, but I looked it up and totally get it now.

We are all Mothras in our own way--even those of us who don't have children. We can be Mothras to other people's children. And even if we aren't a Mothra, none of us would be here without Mothra.


HAPPY MOTHRA'S DAY!!
(to whom it may concern)

Awkward...probably more tricky than it should be...

A flea market is like...

Don't answer that.