Twisted

Wild rose stems in my backyard as seen through an extension tube.

This plant came out of nowhere and is now huge. It's covered with tiny white flowers for a week in June that turn into tiny rose hips that the birds love to eat throughout the winter. A natural bird feeder.

This afternoon I went to the opera Otello with my mum while Mr. Togrrl and my Dad watched the hockey game. It was hilarious - when they posted the score at the opera, the crowd let out a bigger cheer than they did for the singers. The opera was wonderful though. A lot of dark red costumes - a visual and auditory feast.

Oh darn, the weekend is almost over and I've procrastinated a lot. Now i have to spend the last little bit working on a report for work that very few people will read. Such is life!