After what seemed like an interminable amount of time without sun or warm temperatures, there was an extra special treat of nearly cloudless skies and sixty-eight degrees on Friday. We in Portlandia were dancing a proverbial jig, my friends. I celebrated by mowing the very long lawn, which was more than eight inches tall in some places. I kid you not. It was a fine workout, going over it three times, with our earth friendly, but very inefficient electric mower. To top it off, I took a leisurely stroll to the library (come along with the photos below…), camera in hand, sunglasses on, a warm weather rock star out for a good time. Ho ho!
Today we are back to the grey and cold, with ice cube toes to prove it and a mushy mind that is taking ages to write this post, but whatever. I am happy. The weekend was a ten. I’m meeting Shiva Rea this week (dancing another jig), seeing an old friend for the first time in more than twenty years (thanks Facebook!), and generally creating my own sunshine. I hope you are, too!
Somebody bottle this!
Delicate, but tough, this flower. A bit like me, maybe.
The truck in the background matches. They’re an outfit!
A favorite house: a fantastic yard teeming with flora and fauna and the biggest rosebush known to man.
Sun + Shade = Heaven
Tricksters: they smell like garlic!