So, five-card stud, nothing wild… and the sky’s the limit.

March showers better bring April flowers, because if I get April showers too I’m gonna freaking riot. It's been insanely wet here. I'm loving it, as it reminds me of the San Francisco of my youth, rainy and foggy in winter, dry and warm in summer. Our two seasons were wet and dry, like the … Continue reading So, five-card stud, nothing wild… and the sky’s the limit.

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Righting the ship. Playing the part of the ship in this metaphor, is a top heavy tree collard.

We had a doozy of a late winter/early spring out here, alternating between sporadic rain, gusting winds, random days of near 85 degree temperature, and amusingly, hailstones tearing chunks through leafy greens and windshields alike. The windstorms were the worst of the bunch- as they always are, and once again my way-too-big-for-his-own-pot tree collard decided … Continue reading Righting the ship. Playing the part of the ship in this metaphor, is a top heavy tree collard.