Extensive Mildew on the Face of a Recluse

...that pretty much sums up the title of the coronor's report that would be filed on me were I to die here in my home. (it's from David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames--but you knew that cuz you read it last year, I bet)

So, in what seems to be a theme here, the weather sucked yesterday so I decided to venture past the end of the driveway and ended up at the bulb show at Smith College. Now, when I was 18, there was no way I was going to go to a college that was a) all women b) 30 mins from home and c) a place where my father taught some classes. But man, what a frickin endowment they have! The conservatory is just gorgeous. And the smell! It's all humid and peat-y and lovely, in so far as it doesn't smell like winter in there.

So here's what it looked like outside:


And here's inside (I have no idea who those two folks are, but I love that they're now smiling on my blog):

Oh, and just as an added little kick, there were crocuses popping up all around the pond above. I think I'm a good 20 days from seeing any bulbs pop up around here. *le sigh*

P.S. While I was in Northampton, I went to a salon got my hair did. Holla! And then I made an appointment with the same guy to do some highlights in a couple of weeks. My mom nearly fainted with delight when I told her.