Flowers vs. the Frost

A few weeks ago, Moonie insisted we check out “Flowers vs. the Frost,” which was billed as “a celebration to embrace the end of the growing season,” at the downtown club Aurora.

Boy, does my dude like to embrace things that grow.

Giving Tree 1

Flowers vs. the Frost turned out to be a group of happy people bringing together all the flowers still left – many grown and donated by a nice young lady we met there – for a last joyful arrangement instead of letting the frost take them away. Everyone collaborated in some way in using the petals to create images like they do in Day of the Dead altars in Mexico.

My dude sure loves art and celebrations. And, of course, flowers.


First he checked out one of the drawings that our friend Jen was making, which would be turned into flower art.


Then Moonie helped out at the “beheading station,” where the flowers were de-petaled so they could become art.


So many flowers!

flowerstofrost3 Read More

The Wish

A couple of months ago, Moonie and I were enjoying a sunny spring day in Providence when he noticed a dandelion.

“Ooh!” he squealed. “A wish flower!” He toddled over to hug it.


“Aw, are you going to make a wish, buddy?”

“Yeah!” he shouted. He took the biggest breath his little troll lungs could hold and exhaled as hard as he could, blowing just a few of the teeny seeds into the air as he screamed, “COOKIES!”

“Um, Moonie, I bet you could blow even bigger if you weren’t yelling at the same time. Plus, I hear wishes might not come true if you say them out loud.”

“Not come true!” He was horrified at the thought. But he was gung-ho and tried again, taking another big Moonie breath. This time he stage-whispered his wish as loud as he could.

“[COOKIES!]” he very quietly shouted/very loudly whispered. This time he blew a few more seeds into the air, so the dandelion was now about half-blown out. That was as good as we were going to get.

Read More

Big Flower

Moonie loooooves flowers. It’s hard to walk down the street without him zipping around into people’s yards, hugging everything in sight.

big flower

He found an extra big one and wanted me to share it with you, so here it is.


Our lilac bush only blooms from mid-to-late May. For the other 50 weeks a year it’s basically a big scraggly green thing that blocks the view of anyone pulling out of the driveway.

If anyone’s looking for Moonie in the next dozen days, I’m pretty sure he can be found just like this, pressing his face into said lilacs.


He says they smell delicious.