I will not be here this weekend, starting Fridy. Phil is going into the hospital for a heart catheterization. He has two narrowings in the main artery to his heart, so he may need two stents. Your prayers are really appreciated!
I was not able to comment on these two blogs today...
“My Shasta Home” and “Beyond The Lone Islands”
I did read them but Google would not let me sign in and comment.
Shasta Home, I am so glad for your good news!
See you when I see you!!
“To an otter, a rock
is more than a tool—it’s a treasure, a toy, a token of affection.”
On the way to the grocery store today, we passed this house.
Pretty cool, huh? Here is more of the house in perspective.
“Characterized by
properties such as hue, brightness and saturation, color holds immense
importance because it has the power to affect our feelings and the way we
perceive our surroundings.”
Colors speak all
languages. ~ Joseph Addison.
Call me funny, but I am interested in people's laundry that is hanging out to dry. Sometimes it is colorful and pretty, sometimes you can tell a bit about them from their clothes. This one, just a few blocks away, spells SUMMER to me!
This one is being guarded by geese.
These people love color.
Also very colorful, and must smell like these lilies growing beside it.
And look what I found online. Clothesline art!! All of these animals are made from hanging clothes!
Here is a poem I have liked for many years. It is very long, so I removed some of the verses.
The Clothes Line
by Marilyn K.
Walker
A clothes
line was a news forecast,
to neighbours passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep,
when clothes were hung to dry.
The line announced a baby's birth,
to folks who lived inside,
As brand new infant clothes,
were hung so carefully with pride.
The ages of the children,
could so readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed,
you'd know how much they'd grown.
It also told when illness struck,
as extra sheets were hung;
Then night-clothes,
and a bathrobe too,
haphazardly were strung.
It said "Gone on vacation now",
when lines hung limp and bare.
It told "We're back!" when full lines sagged,
with not an inch to spare.
But clotheslines now are of the past,
for dryers make work less,
Now what goes on inside a home,
is anybody’s guess.
Can you see my reflection taking this photo through the glass door?
So why am I here? There is a fairly new place in town. A Mexican ice-cream parlour!
So let's go inside, shall we? From what I can see, it looks more like a Barbie ice-cream parlour!
Here's a closeup of the roses behind this pink throne.
The chairs were kind of kid sized as well. I did not try to sit in one for fear of needing a crane to remove me. Here is Phil patiently waiting for me to stop snapping and come to my senses.
A cute donkey to hold various items. They also sold cute mugs and other items.
No, I did not try any of the ice-cream. But it still looks more like Barbie than Mexico though.
A gnome in a sombrero
twirls with delight,
Churro cone clutched
in the soft summer night.
Ducks sip horchata from striped paper cups,
While frogs play
maracas near candy-filled trucks.
Each scoop a story,
each swirl a dream—
Of tamarind laughter and dulce de leche gleam.
🌌 Blue twilight hushes
the edge of day,
Soft as a moth in
moonlit sway.
Just a little walk around the neighborhood to see some interesting things in yards.
🌿 “A lawn is a canvas
where nature and man can paint a masterpiece together.” – Unknown
