francie, the romanian baby

one of my cutest visitors to portland yet. and, apparently, her new godmother. so, in your FACE, jesus, who never thought i'd trick anyone into letting me be a godmother.

cinco de somethin

cinco de mayo marked our one year anniversary in portland. it's also been a year since i've been stung by a bee. also on cinco de mayo. i think in it's own way, that bee was saying "welcome to portland". or maybe "fuck you".

we're building a fortress to keep out the republicans

but so far we've just done some terracing for rhubarb and organic vegetables, also republican deterrents.

12 tons moved by joren's beefy man hands.

cornus kousa, seen below, invariably makes me hum "barracuda" which i hardly mind at all.

time to trim the unruly thatch...

from in front of our house. and you know what they say. out with the shrubs and in with the rock. and it's true.

happy salty nut friday