Camellia (not to be confused with Miss Camellia) with ant.
I've felt lost today and a bit weepy and finally pulled my head out of my ass long enough to go prune the Confederate jasmine and weed the onions and shallots in the garden but none of that really gave me much pleasure.
It wasn't unpleasant, but it sure didn't feel like a religious experience or anything.
And I don't really care to talk about much tonight. I will say that it pisses me off that every old hippie woman on TV and probably in the movies, too, is portrayed as being kooky and off her rocker and a believer in all sorts of new age garbage and at the very least, eccentric and kooky but maybe in a cute way, an endearing, oh-isn't-she-cute way.
Yes. I've been watching Grace and Frankie again and I do like that the Frankie character loves fast food and Bagel Bites, even if she makes organic yam lube.
Organic yam lube.
Trust me- not all of us hippies named our kids after spirit totem animals or things found exclusively in nature such as River, Flower, Sky, Meadow, Feather, or Star and not all of us named our kids after Bob Dylan or Donovan either, although I have to admit that I've known kids with almost all of those names.
Maybe those TV people have it right and I just refuse to admit it.
Maybe I was just a bad hippie. I've always suspected that may have been the case. I do know that every time I see the name David Avocado Wolfe I sort of want to either laugh or cry. And I never really did know shit about astrology.
The frogs who sound like amplified birds are singing away in the little faux pond right by the back porch although they grow silent if I stand up or walk by on the porch and sometimes when a car goes by as well. I suppose they are shy although if these trills and chirps are love calls, they aren't that shy.
This old hippie is going to make some stuffed bell peppers for our supper. I remember when I was a vegetarian hippie I used to miss the stuffing I made for turkey so much that I would make a vegetarian version of it and use that as a filling for my stuffed peppers. It wasn't bad, either.
But tonight I'm going to use ground venison and rice and tomatoes and garlic and onions and cheese and stuff like that.
And if I want stuffing, I'll stuff some damn poultry.
Oh. I'm not dizzy any more. Hopefully not ditzy either. But it's hard, if not impossible, to judge oneself so I totally could be and not even know it. I know for damn sure though that I am not cute.
Love...Ms. Moon (And I did not make that name up. I swear.)