"most men..." says pien

Miss Pienduzz has a rad series going on called "Most men bring flowers", which I already referred to last week, on my kitchen tap post.  I have now realised she was, in turn, referring to Jane's post here.

Not sure about "most men" actually bringing flowers, but analysing the cliché would be a totally different post. What I know is that Pien's brings her cow tongue, fungus, a dead grouse or even a pony (the latter alive and kicking); while Jane's brings her jamón serrano. Ole y ole.

There have been a few occasions when I have thought of this series and the below was one of them.
I am really, speedy ninja, you see. I took the below pics in June 2010. Tra la la.

Last year, one day in June, I got home to find this fabulous combo: gorgeous flowers (anyone knows the name of this sort?) and a sealant gun. Hooray! All a lass needs, really.

The top bit of the living room windows was duly ninja-sealed.

However, the flowers actually faded changing colour quite quickly. Does any of you flower connoisseurs have any idea of the reason why? (I'm thinking Francesca or Malo here, but... anyone?) They were absolutely beautiful but a tad delicate.

Oh yeah, all that whining and moaning about the weather has been heard and listened too.
The sun is out. It is proper warm, no gloves, no scarf. Woo hoo. I have hung the washing outside, have all windows and doors open (bit carried away, I know) and I am listening to Elvis Presley full blast. Woo hoo. Again. And again: Woo hoo.

Off to the streets to bask in the sun now. See yas.