Saturday, August 2, 2014

"Hardy Hibiscus! We are home!"

Well, that was something.

What was something?

Being without internet for 3 weeks was something.  

I don't think I'm ready to talk about it really.

But we are home.  And instead of dealing with this...

and this...
let's look at photos of hardy hibiscus.  

On the way back through, back to home, once again we had the fun time of staying with my brother and sister in law. This time they had a little bitty baby staying with them, as they are foster parents. I may have fallen in love with her.  We can't post her pictures publicly, but know there were some sweet, sweet moments together.  Tessa is working out her sisterly love, and Jason and Krystal are smitten.   Together, we watched the Lego movie. Batman was my favorite. Everything is awesome.

And here is some fun news!  The hardy hibiscus are in full bloom!  yay.  yay.

Without further are the photos of these amazing and HUGE storybook-cottage-like garden flowers.

Blue River Hardy Hibiscus (why are they called blue when they are white):

They remind me of large moon vine flowers.  Learn more and order Blue River here.

Next up, Kooper King:

Find more info about these here.

Here are deep pink ones, transplanted from K's mom's K's aunt's home. don't know what they're called.

My brother corrected me, and told me they came from Krystal's aunt, not her mom. sorry Krystal's aunt. But Krystal's mom visited them soon before us this trip, and brought some flip-flops for Krystal. Krystal didn't like them, and brother Jason said, "I think Linnet would like those." What a great big brother, looking out for my shoe preferences.  He was right.  They are comfortable, colorful, and contribute to a false sense of height, which is a somewhat unusual thing for comfortable and colorful flip flops to do.  If you're reading, thanks so much Dar!
More photos of them being happy together (flowers, not flip flops...although they are also happy together):
Hardy Hibiscus die back, then return each year. Blooms last one day, and every day there are many new blooms.  If you'd like to see more of Jason and Krystal's wonderland in the city, you can read their back yard story post here.

Some more of my favorite Hardy Hibiscus varieties, and other ideas for a garden Sara and I have been working on, are pinned on my garden pinterest board, here. The violet ones are super fun. 

Now I have a few options.

option 1: unpack, clean up the above documented mess.

option 2: attend to my daughter who has just been traumatized by her discovery of a nest knocked out of a tree, resulting in the deaths of two baby birds.  This just makes me sad. She thinks Kitty ate one. so. very. disturbing.

Earlier today, she was traumatized by a sweat bee. When the bees sting her, it hurts her, "How could you do that to me bee?!"  Many tears streaming down her face, I couldn't get the instant burn relief spray cap off...husband Dion failed as well for what seemed like 3 minutes...for what was 3 minutes, then in heroic fashion, squeezed and pulled and twisted that cap off in a clockwise position.  Tears still going.  The spray part got yanked around as the cap came off.  Trying to straighten it properly, I proceeded to shoot the burn relief spray directly into my eye.  As I ran to the sink to flush my eye and entire face, Sara, still crying, refused to let husband Dion treat her, because apparently only someone capable of spraying burn relief spray directly into her own eye is suitable for spraying it on a sweat bee sting.  So she continued to cry until I could see again.  Then I sprayed the burn relief spray correctly on her wound, distributing more kisses to heal her angry, betrayed heart. that bee! I told her it's not personal.  It's just what they do.  You sweat.  It likes that.  You move.  It doesn't like that.  sting.  She responded with more crying.  Everything is awesome.

option 3:   tell more stories unrelated to this blog post

option 4:  continue my newly rediscovered bad eating patterns for another day or two, by downing a bag of goldfish and whatever else junk I might find, refusing to balance any ups and downs of my glycemic index with sources of protein. Then justify the behavior. I am in mourning over the death of two baby birds.  three baby birds. this just in.  three. baby. birds.

option 5: take a shower

option 6: go to the store for bread and other necessities for living that husbands seem to be immuned to...

option 7: view this video.  This goes out to all who've survived limited internet access for longer than a week.  dedicated to the internet.

or watch the one hour everything is awesome video on youtube.

tough call.

How are you making your today world beautiful?

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