In the Pink

Up top, my ever-faithful poppies, which volunteer like mad. The originals came in a mystery seed packet purchased in London at the Garden Museum back in 2000. Fourteen years later, they continue to come up every year. Ah, nature.

And the bottom photo is of blueberries in various states of ripeness (taken before I picked them yesterday to save them from shriveling up in the 2% humidity. Which has caused the strings on my cello to completely slacken as the wood in the pegs shrinks. Which sucks, mightily.)