I’m writing 100 posts in 100 days, 300-1000 words each. To my regular readers: that’s the second to last time you’ll hear that! WoO! Instead of writing how another ten days of writing has changed my thoughts on the creative process, what I’ve learned about blog world, etc. I’m going to use this time of reflection to add to existing posts. In writing a post everyday I often forget to include various details or images in each essay. So here they are, the forgotten points and pictures…
When I quoted The Poetics by Aristotle I forgot to make a joke and link to my How to Write A Sonnet post. But then I put the link in my Mark Twain post so I guess it’s been covered. But I could’ve linked to my limerick too (A limerick accompanying some of the Spy’s great art!)
I also forgot to say something nice about our military on Veterans day (November 11th) or about my husband or the Spy’s late grandfather on the Marine Corps Birthday (November 10th).
In my Pare Down: A Style Story post I didn’t include this little gem:
And I forgot to make some sort of bad joke like: shake off your accessories, as the trees drop their leaves. Pare down. Get it???
These pictures were taken back in early August, when I was busy grieving over our late golden retriever and were never posted:
On my Fooding post and my slight rant against foodies and my “ITS JUST FOOD, PEOPLE!”: First of all, jeez, Self, there’s no need to shout! And even though I do find real versions of my “Inspired Lunch” menu to be annoying, sometimes I make up the same sort of recipes myself. I obviously do think food is important. I think eating a lot of vegetables is very important. Making food pretty and interesting is fun and worthwhile. So poking fun at a “pretentious” menu was meant to be a silly joke. And the fact that such menus often lack self-awareness is what my beef is. Not literal beef. Literary beef. AHHAHAhaha Anyways, some food blogs just seem so very serious. I have no problem making something beautiful and photogenic and intricate and complicated with food. But without a dash of irony or a pinch of humor added, it’s all a bit bland. (A bad pun will do to spice things up if irony or humor are in short supply.)
So obviously I DO post recipes and again half my yard is a garden of edibles so I don’t mean to insult fogs because sometimes they have wicked good ideas. And even the people with a bottomless pit of creative ideas can still garner MORE great ideas from other cooks, chefs and bakers.
I just love Baby’s high chair. I got it from someone who knew the original owner, who sat in it as a baby in 1903! So it is minimum 100 years old. Love it. I have posted about it before (Strawberry Snack and Some Indoor Inspirations) but can never say enough great things about this high chair!
This huge tree is not in our yard, but only a couple dozen yards from our property. I’ve walked by it a hundred times but never noticed how big it was before. I think this observation really sums up a lot of what Spy Garden website is about. It’s the same garden. The same little mudlets (Spy and baby) frolicking around the house and yard. But there are always new things to notice and the perspective always changes.
A few weeks ago I posted this story by the Spy:
A Birthday Story, by the Spy, age eight
One day there was a boy who was walking in the woods. That boy had his birthday coming up. His parents promised that boy he would get a bb gun for his birthday. At that moment, the boy heard a “grgrgrgr.” He turned around and saw a zombie. He sprinted to his house. When he got to his house he told his parents what happened. When he was done the house was surrounded. He asked his parents if he could open his presents. They said yes. He opened his presents. It was a bb gun. He ran outside like a wild man. He shot every zombie. He stopped and stared. He was smiling. He sprinted to the road and stopped at a 1971 Dodge Charger.
And I forgot to say that at least part of his story came true (back on his actual birthday):
Yesterday, a blustery day. I took other pictures that had nothing to do with the wind so I didn’t post them:
Furniture by Smoochie (my husband):