Thursday, August 21, 2025

Gone For The Weekend

 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!!

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Rock On!

Found something so cute on Facebook, and thought I would share it with you.



“To an otter, a rock is more than a tool—it’s a treasure, a toy, a token of affection.”


Tuesday, August 19, 2025

True Colors!

 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.


Monday, August 18, 2025

Clothesline Art

 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

 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.

Sunday, August 17, 2025

A Mexican Barbie Kind Of Place

 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.



No, I did certainly not try this swinging chair either.


Do you see the giant ice-cream bars sticking out of the wall? Here is a closeup of some.

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.


Saturday, August 16, 2025

Sunday Sunset - Blue Twilight

 



The mountains you see in the distance are The Blue Ridge Mountains

🌌 Blue twilight hushes the edge of day,

 Soft as a moth in moonlit sway.



Friday, August 15, 2025

Saturday Stroll

 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



Thursday, August 14, 2025

I was WRONG!

 O.K., for a long time I have been posting the pretty Tulip Poplar trees in our area. There are many.




Well, turns out I was wrong! Apparently, these are pink Magnolias!! I didn't even KNOW there were pink Magnolias till this year! I had only ever seen white and yellow.




🌸 “The magnolia, its loveliness and dignity, its flowers that are large and white, or pink, or purple... give the tree a genuine aristocracy.”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson


Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Pardon The Weeds

 This home is just a few blocks away. They have these signs in their rather unkempt looking yard.


They even have the sign on their porch chair.




I think this is so cool! Who is going to complain about their yard after reading this? No one! Some other weedy yards in our neighborhood.



This house has a yard full of Milkweed to attract Monarch Butterflies. This is the only plant they can lay their eggs on.


🌼 “The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.” – Mark Nepo


Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Glitter In The Air

 We were at Cracker Barrell the other day. Not to eat, but just browse the gift shop.


What fascinated me were these glitter things. What do you call them? They have glitter inside and batteries make the glitter float all over. Kind of like an automated snow globe, but with glitter.




This is the one I loved!




This isn't glitter, but such a pretty fall lamp!


And on the way out, they finally got me. They asked if I would like to buy a big shopping bag. With a HEDGEHOG. I could not resist! And only about two bucks I think.



“She who leaves a trail of glitter is never forgotten.” —Kate Spade


Gone For The Weekend

 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 ...