I was perusing the Twitter to collect winecones, when I came across photo of a wild iris. (Accurately captioned that Wild Iris would be a great name for a band.)
My favorite flower is the iris. Always has been. Its vibrant contrast of purple/blue and yellow emanates happiness, and I like that it symbolizes good news and luck â€“ two items of which I am always in need. Of course, back in the day, the French monarchy decided the flowerâ€™s trademark three petals represented faith, valor and wisdom. And then branded criminals with the fleur-de-lis â€“ which is really neither good news nor lucky for the cattle-prodded party.
So really, it was like a royal winecone. This makes the iris even cooler.
I fell off the treadmill. Thankfully I was in the privacy of my own home, but nevertheless â€“ seriously? Tell me thatâ€™s not fate throwing a winecone at me?
Wood rats are the new evil â€“ squirrels get a pass. Wood rats and lemon drops are WAY more evil than squirrels with pinecones…for now. My epic weekend battle (think “300” but with just me, a wood rat and two useless pets. Dammit you are a cat and dog, you were supposed to help.)
Editorâ€™s note: All I can picture right now is a classic episode of Tom and Jerry. Spoiler â€“ the cat never wins. (I will go ahead and extend that logic to humans and dogs, as well.) So Iâ€™m not entirely certain how well adding a winecone to the mix is going to go. Spike the lemon drops (Iâ€™m gathering the correlation is the ratâ€™s sweet tooth for the mentioned Lemon Drop candy delectable); drink some wine. Animate ensuing hijinks.
Loathsome Adulthood! Having responsibilities … being in control of your own destiny and all that (both a good thing and bad).
Editorâ€™s note: And this, my friend, is the purpose of wine. The cones will fall into place as we realize weâ€™re *all* merely pretending to be grownups who have a clue â€“ about life, living, or what the hell a winecone is really. Those who appear the most adept are likely the ones holding on by the thinnest threads. All the worldâ€™s a stage and allâ€¦
Today, all parts of our justice system got it right â€“ judge, detective, probation officer. Today they all worked together to successfully protect the victims, to protect children from further violence and harm. It may be a temporary save, but for once it all went right and I didn’t have to fight anyone to make it happen. I’ll cherish today.
I must, of course, give a smackaroo shout-out to Keith Anderson and his Pickinâ€™ Wildflowers as the inspiration for todayâ€™s edition inspiration. Whatdya say we go picking wildflowers? (And here is where you listen to the song and realize, â€œOMG. This is about dirty things. Awesome.â€
As I write this, it is raining. As a born and bred, true California girl, you may think this is miscategorized. But no, it is not a winecone. Mostly because I am not presently IN the rain. There is something to be said for the soft glow of a rainy day â€“ one where you are inside and dry, curled up with a good book blog. It lends to the imagination for writing, every now and again.
â€˜Till next week, winecones and kisses!