Hibiscus blooming in the parking lot at Finn’s preschool. With all the leaves turning and the weather changing I found this slightly bizarre, yet satisfying.
(Side note: I can never seem to get the spelling of the word bizarre right the first time. But luckily I know the difference between what is bizarre and a bazaar. Maybe someday I will find myself in a bizarre bazaar. I hope Beau does when he goes to Budapest next month. And eats lots of paprika. And brings me back something gypsy, sparkly, or old. Or all three. But I’ll talk about all that later.)
The hibiscus has me craving Hawaii. Maybe I’ll make hawaiian pizza. Speaking of which! I made the very best pizza I’ve ever made last night! So many posts, so little time.