Turns out when I kissed that frog and saw stars, it was from the psychedelic toxins. Not the frog's fault. If star-struck princesses are giving out kisses, you can't expect a reptilian brain to take a miss.

I did get high. It was the come down that smarted.

Alright, enough woe is me
the nobody loves me routine.

I got places to go; other sharks to leap.
Feathers to preen and wings to spread

clichés to lay on thick

Bloody rhyme and meter
felonies ... to commit.

(It works ... say it out loud)

It's #marketfriday and #featheredfriday. Luckily the market-type places I hang out in have a lot of chicks. The frogs and whatever the pretty pink storky bird are ... shots are from the Vancouver Aquarium.

Ms @dswigle loves her shopping and her blooms. I love my bumble bees, and I love that when a bee goes to market, it perches on a flower.

Vancouver has mild winters compared to most of Canada, but still January garden spotting is limited. The French solved the seasonal paucity by inventing the potage garden, growing those few hardy, but beautiful vegetables that also make a tasty soup.

Kind of savage when you think about it.

Vancouver's West End has an abundance of community gardens ... another market of types ... that depends on the honour system from being plundered. For certain. These gas-inspiring leafy not-so-greens were safe from pilfering on my part. Perhaps, the summer raspberries not-so-much. YUM.

The Potage assembly may be a fix for those with a green thumb in the winter, but there is a lot less to admire for the insect lovers among us.

The bumble was definitely from a summer phot and the butterfly ... weathered, painted silk. Beautiful but lifeless.

I don't know about you, but I have had my fill of winter gardens and false stars; frogs who are ... admittedly, good kisses ... but much better fibbers. Birds looking down on me. I know. They can't help it, and have to eat rocks to get a good meal. But still a frog kissing princess could get a complex.

Well, Hivelanders ... the heavenly-body blinded and web-footed would-be princes included ... stop waiting for tired royalty to elevate you, or false suns to light your way ... be that star yourself.

Happy Friday