The absent-minded professor strikes again.

I have been operating under the impression that I published this post ages ago. Well, apparently not. Anyway, above is a chronological jumble of photographs from my no-longer-recent trip.

To state the obvious: I have been absent. Busyness, school, blah blah and excuses and such. Mainly I have been preparing to move my bloggy little house. I decided to do a partial reboot of sorts (there will be a post here with a link to the new locale) and think more of what I wanted to write about. I enjoy the miscellany of blogging, and yet it felt as if this little spot wasn't quite what I wanted anymore.

So, there it is. I'm very nearly finished, so I hope to have finished my virtual unpacking within a week. My fingers are metaphorically crossed. (If they were in the literal sense I wouldn't be able to type.)

Slán go fóill, 
Giselle

A Week in Pictures: Take 2

A Week in Pictures (because sometimes the brain is just too tired for words)

On days like today...

 

 We only have three seasons here in Florida: hot, hotter-and-wet, and mostly-warm-but-occasionally-chilly. Though I do like rain, I never realized before how difficult it is to photograph. Post-rainstorm pictures are simple enough, but I tried and tried to get a decent photo of it actually raining. That last one is the only one I could get that is close to what I wanted, and between the naturally-tilted tree and the slanted rain, it looks crooked.

But on days like today I prefer to get the dull but necessary tasks out of the way, because they are perfect for sitting down with Dickens and a cup of tea. Or trying to put all the patterns you want to use in some sort of chronological order. Or playing this song on the piano.

I hope you are all having a pleasant week.

Where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony

May I now introduce the newest addition to my musical menagerie: Sherlock the violin. After years of sitting at the top of someone's dusty shelf (or the back of their closet, I don't know for sure), he has come to live with Brontë the piano, Morrigan the organ, and Nienor the clarinet (that I can't actually play yet), and me.

Isn't it lovely?

After a grand total of two lessons, I can now play the theme from Dvorak's "New World" Symphony. Which honestly is not as difficult as it sounds, but I'm still proud of myself.

(You may recognize the title phrase from Sherlock Holmes' description of "Violin-land" in "The Red-Headed League".)

UFO: Unidentified Flowering Object

 

Define "weed"...