Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Day One Hundred Twenty Eight 2013

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Peonies are budding in my back yard.
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Neighbor kitty Lily followed me around while I snapped some pics. She’s always on the go~a constant blur.
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I wish we had more of these dark purple Irises. I really like that yellow stripe.
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Peony bud looks like a swirly little planet. The flowers smell so good.
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I have no idea what these are but I like them. They grow on a vine.
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Azaleas are one of my faves, too. God sure knew what He was doing when He made flowers, didn’t He?

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Day One Hundred Twenty Seven 2013

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.     
~Sigmund Freud
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This is what’s left of the one and only bloom on our lilac bush. Pretty little purple petals dashed on the rocks. Bummer. I took this picture with my cell phone camera set on solari color. It’s a neat effect.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Day One Hundred Twenty Six 2013

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We’ve had a very expensive week at our house. Last Monday, the starter died on our [late 20th century] car and had to be replaced. Saturday, Neil discovered our water heater was leaking [and had been for some time apparently], so that had to be replaced. To complete this trilogy of unfortunate events, we were forced to replace our TV [after lots of denial, as in ‘maybe it’s the cable’]. Folklorists say the concept that three bad things happen together is an ancient superstition that remains a strong modern belief and is based on the psychological need to believe that a bad cycle will end. I’m not a superstitious person, but right now I’m feeling that psychological need to believe. I'd say wish us luck, but that would be superstitious.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Day One Hundred Twenty Five 2013

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Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.   
~Henry Van Dyke

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Day One Hundred Twenty Four 2013

PROM NIGHT
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This is senior prom night for my seventeen year old niece, Sarah. Isn’t she gorgeous? I told her she looked like a princess. She’s a natural beauty, inside and out, and I love her to pieces. I hope she has the time of her life tonight. Two weeks from today, she graduates high school and heads off into her future and, I think, the most fun part of the journey. Love you, Sarah!