Bonnie Hawthorne

Admittedly, this is probably funniest to the parties involved, i.e. Plant Whisperer Rebecca Pontius and me, but if you’re susceptible to contagious laughter (as I am, obviously) then enjoy!

UPDATE: Because several people have asked, yes, that is me laughing and doing the terrible camerawork and keeping poor Rebecca from delivering a better performance. And no, this is not what I would consider to be an example of my “professional” editing work. And yes, that guy was a stranger who happened by on his bike and couldn’t resist making a flower talk. Who could?

Technically, it’s not Spring until late March, but California is always a step ahead, right? Why, at this rate, we may be the first state to declare bankruptcy! But let’s not dwell on such troubles when there are pretty things blooming outside. The trees are still dormant, but this is the greenest pre-spring I’ve seen in a long time. ¡Viva El Niño!

Last Valentine’s day, a heartbroken friend and I ended up in a dive bar in the valley. We tried to make the evening festive by putting umbrellas in our drinks—even though he was drinking Bushmills and I red wine. The bartender had also made an attempt by decorating the place, coming in early to hang the hearts and streamers. The result was sad, like an old man in lipstick and eye shadow.

Anyway, this sign, on the men’s room door, goes out to all my fellow single friends on this most made up of holidays. May you be immune to all the Kay’s Jewelers and Hallmark ads on TV, may you not be surrounded by overly gushy couples—and by all means buy yourself a box of chocolates from See’s Candies.

XXOO