If you don’t currently follow Martha’s blog and you don’t currently have an excuse as to why you are not…
…well, it’s time.
Shall I entice you with some awesomeness?
(I hope you’re in a dry mood. And for added fun, read them in her strange lock-jaw, snippy style.)
10 points for using “shrubbery”, “russet shade” and “teucrium” in one sentence.
Fact: You will never hear Martha say, “The barn was painted red. The grass was green. And that flower over there is purple.”
There’s beauty in that.
And I absolutely do not doubt that these three are happy.
Me too, Martha.
Stop it. Apparently a donkey isn’t just a donkey when it’s owned by Martha. It’s a Sicilian donkey.
What’s that I hear? Toot, toot. [That’s Martha’s french horn blowing as she brags about her “rather large collection of tender tropicals.]
Because a treehouse of palm trees is absolutely necessary on the East Coast. In the Winter. At Martha’s house.
I will forever enjoy her.