THE CULT OF RONALD REAGAN

Now that I've finally resumed posting on Bloom and Rot, I'm going to temporarily make the blog secure, which means, I think, that you'll have to email me for the password if you would like to keep reading. This is not to track you, dear readers, but is because I am taking Spanish class, and for my class I must keep a Blog En Español, which I am sure will be riveting and complicated based on my level of complexity and advanced expression when using the Spanish language. And because I am using my google account, Bloom and Rot will appear alongside my new Blog En Español in my profile, and while I imagine I will adore all my new classmates, I have decided to keep Bloom and Rot under cover for the next two months. Soon you can be part of a top-secret club...





Once upon a time, in a month long since past (aka May), I bought some seedlings at a plant sale and lined them up on my mantle for a photo. Some of the plants then traveled to Esther's community garden plot where they are hopefully growing tall and strong, to someday gift us with tomatillos and thai eggplant and stripey tigerella tomatoes. Two plants stayed on my porch, where one died (the basil), and the other is growing into a giant tomato tree.


Then Tasha had a birthday, so of course she also had a party, which took place at Nate's house even though he and Michelle were out of town. Nate's famous mallard shirt served as an excellent blindfold for the piñata smashing.



Ames brought her bird, Kiwi, who was rather fond of the piñata shreds.



Matt, the responsible housesitter, collected the things that fell out of the piñata that were not snatched up by party guests, so the dogs would not eat them. Apparently people were more interesting in smashing the piñata, or in witnessing the smashing, than they were in collecting the goodies that fell out.

Tasha had stuffed the piñata with custom treasures, like Ronald Reagan and George W. condoms.