Here’s the reveal on the technology stack we’re constructing at samoyeddogs. And, as always, a reminder the site has nothing to do with dogs. You know the ones I mean. One day it could have something to do with them, it’s always a possibility, but not today or just about any other day. We’re holding to that for now, but images of these cuddly, creepy white dogs keep filtering in. Make me crazy.
Nerine is such a lovely name. Sweet little Nerine. She blooms in the fall. I think Chuck Berry wrote that one. And they’re so pink. This thing’s been riding me for months.
It’s the reaction you get when you see something for the first time that’s so incredible and beautiful. And you didn’t know it exists. It’s tough when you’re so smart because you’ve seen everything. The amazement and incredulity and gob-smacked-ness, why, there’s just no end to it. And the cliché meter is going, “That could be a good thing.”
Gardening must be so much fun. I wish I knew something about it. The man said I could stay as long as I want and I did! It’s great. It’s October and the old girl’s got a lot of fight in her yet. The colours around us are to laugh about.
Supposedly the nerine lily isn’t even a lily. South African origins. The name may have been derived from the Nereids of Greek mythology. You know. Those little sea nymphs that used to swim around with Poseidon, himself a figment of the imagination. As if it matters. And then it’s Halloween. It’s great.