fiddle dee dee

fiddle heads in my jurassic yard.

fiddle-dee-dee, fiddle-dee-dee,
the fly has married the bumblebee.
said the fly, said he,
"will you marry me,
and live with me sweet bumble bee?"
fiddle dee dee, fiddle dee dee,
the fly has married the bumblebee.

oh no, yesterday was the gem show, and my wallet was wide open.

right about in the center (above) - look - carved soapstone fly beads.

my favorite thing - the tumbled onyx hearts - they look like wave worn beach stones.

my mom, who thinks our yard full of 4' emperor ferns is weird, is the one who christened it "the jurassic yard." happy mother's day.