Hey there buckaroos and buckerettes. Hope you're having a nice weekend. We sure are. Here's what we've been up to (post-sitting-around-in-towels):
We started off at the community garden, composting, planting in the tree well, and generally, erm, soaking it all in. Not pictured: the squirrel Sugar found in one of the cisterns, soaking it all in for the last time.
The spirea is blooming. I like to call it bridal wreath.
And the columbines are starting.
From there, the train to Chinatown (Manhattan version), for lunch, art supplies, and textile madness.
We did not eat in this very picturesque place.
Instead, we had Tasty Hand-Pulled Noodles, which sound dirty and taste amazing.
We bought drawing pens and an eraser shield at Pearl Paint, aka, EAR PAIN. Eraser shields kick ass.
And ate glittery sandwich cookies at Purl Soho's new-location party.
Loot! That's a lotus root, by the way. They're crunchy.
Presents! Purl gave us a gift bag. (We bought the thread.)
Home again, home again, lickety split. The Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, where we saw flowers, bees, and the Family O.
More bumble bees around this bush than you can shake a stick at.
A rainy day at home with WWOZ's broadcast of Jazzfest and some crafty action.
Sugar made crepes!
And turned Bionic's students' old papers into a dress pattern.
While Bionic sewed and embroidered and took pictures of her blue jeans, just for Calliope.
Wishing you a peaceful, happy Sunday.