And the other day, she put on a show in my backyard. I ventured out thinking I’d get photos of more flowers, and instead caught glimpse of her latest abstract work.
Exhibit 1:

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Exhibit 2:

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Exhibit 3:

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I swear, she never ceases to amaze me.
And the other day, she put on a show in my backyard. I ventured out thinking I’d get photos of more flowers, and instead caught glimpse of her latest abstract work.
Exhibit 1:

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Exhibit 2:

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Exhibit 3:

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I swear, she never ceases to amaze me.
Apparently, the rhododendron has decided to join the springtime race.
But currently, the fully-bloomed pink hyacinth is still in the lead. And she’ll remorselessly brag about it, too. The wench.
But, as pretty as she may be, she just lost some points with me. Because when I positioned myself to take a full frontal portrait of her, I noticed something.
There. In the center. Do you see it? The sight was enough to send a chill down this allergy-sufferer’s spine. I instinctively held my breath and mentally clamped down on my nostrils as I came in close for the evidence shot.

Ah, pollen. The ultimate love-hate relationship in my life. You produce the flowers I love so much, and yet you cause me to sneeze, wheeze, itch, and want to gouge out my eyes.
Look at me, I even unconsciously stop breathing when I look at this picture.
Today, Ree (a.k.a. The Pioneer Woman) shared the first set of Photoshop actions in her blog. After an initial misstep which left me glaring at my PC for a few minutes trying to will it to cooperate, I finally got the set to load. I couldn’t wait to start playing.
I literally took the first photo I could find on my external drive. Which was this shot I took from my mom’s balcony a few months back. I quickly hurled a few of Ree’s actions at it, adjusting opacity here and there, and came up with this.
Before:

After:

This is going to be fun. And my house will slowly develop a layer of dust and possibly relocate in protest of the continued neglect as I spend the next few months glued to my computer.
If you want to join me in my downward spiral, head over to Ree’s photography section and download the actions. And be prepared to live on a diet of food products that you can eat while still leaving one hand on the mouse.
I wonder if I have enough straws in the kitchen.

From a little plant my husband grew in water in his office. It is now sitting on my kitchen table, and every morning I give it some fresh water and ask it to please put out more of these pretty little red flowers.
I don’t know if it hears me, though.
Yes! The pink hyacinths are blooming. The sun is shining, it’s supposed to hit 70 degrees today, and we’re waiting for some fruit trees we ordered for the new garden out back that’s fenced in so the deer don’t get to the little fruits before we do.
Spring is definitely here, and although most of the stuff outside is only starting to show itself, my pink hyacinths are blooming. Yes, I know I said that already. And I’ll keep saying it because, well, my pink hyacinths are blooming.

Aren’t they pretty?
Sigh. I could look at them all day.
Well, maybe not literally all day. After all, I think there’s a limit to how much pink I can inflict on people.
Apparently, I don’t know what those limits are.
The other flowers had better start blooming real soon. The pink hyacinths here are starting to become quite the camera hog.
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