Molly Goatwax

At the Conservatory

With a mobile app filter

Scotch Bonnets

IPhone Art

The price of popularity

Our cat, Homer, is very well regarded in our neighborhood. Out the window I see him sit at the edge of the parking lot, acknowledging the pats and greetings of a stream of well wishers who call him by name. He even has a protege, another orange tabby from down the street named Harold.

Dusty Miller

Yesterday I was feeling peckish and snitty, waking up after an evening in a crowd of old hippies. So I went to the conservatory in Druid Hill Park and sorted myself out with the plants. Good company, plants.

Zombie Apocalypse

The Fanciest Cat Bed in Town

Homer has, as ever, claimed my car for his own. Good thing he's not a goat.

In the Evening

I am drying a Purple Trinidad for seed. I figure the first fruit won't be as hybrid as when they've cross pollinated all summer. I really like the tiny dish from the Asian grocery, too.

Parking lot action

Tomorrow we grill. I am going to try filling some of the larger mild green peppers with a cheese mix and wrapping them in bacon. They will stay on the cool outer perimeter while the country ribs cook.

In Season

Until this season I never grew peppers that clustered together at the top, like these. Although this is the Thai Hot plant, the Dragons are forming the same way. It reminds me of a bird I saw at the zoo long ago.