Day One Hundred Six

Friday Flies

Dandelion garden. You don't need a green thumb to grow these.

Miss Shelby: Visiting Artist. She was very painterly today.

Snowball. So pretty and they smell good, too. The kids like to throw them at each other like snowballs.

Tree seeds. I call them "those whirly things". The wind scattered them in countless numbers today. They are everywhere.

Fridays always fly by way too fast. Hope yours was grand.

Day One Hundred Five

Color Me Purple

These purple Iris are just about the prettiest things growing in our yard right now. I never get tired of looking at my Tennessee state flower.

Day One Hundred Four

Lovey Dovey

It's mating season--the birds and the bees and such. These two Doves might be mates. Or just hanging out together on the deck rail. Their call always sounds mournful to me. Makes me think of that Prince song 'When Doves Cry'.

Day One Hundred Three

The Big One

Anyone who knows my hubby Neil knows his passion for radio controlled airplanes--he buys them, builds them, flies them, sometimes crashes them, and repairs them. Last Saturday at his fly club's swap meet, he acquired this vintage RC plane (vintage meaning they don't make these anymore, it's pretty old and it needs some work). The wing span is probably close to nine feet. Maybe ten. He could probably fit our Buddy Cat in the cock pit. It's the big one. Looking forward to seeing it fly.

Day One Hundred Two

Happy Flower Closeups + Miss Shelby And The Dandelion