"Talky. talky. talky. talky. talk. . ." That's the first line to "Happy Talk" from South Pacific.
So the Husband and I thought.
This afternoon we learned the first line goes like this: "Happy talk, keep talking happy talk. . ."
Yup. We have sung "Taw-kee, taw-kee, taw-kee talky talk" for over 50 years individually, and 24 together. Not to say we listened to the song yesterday. Twice.
The Husband says he's shattered that the lyrics aren't "talky, talk." Go ahead: giggle, snort, snicker, chuckle, belly laugh. We have. "Talky, talky . . ."
REDWOODS, WATERFALLS, and HISTORIC KILNS
One of our day trips during the Husband's birthday week in June was an adventure with good friends Missus and Mister H to Limekiln State Park in Big Sur, along the California coast, about 50 or so miles south of Carmel. (Pshew, that was a long sentence.)
The park was a first visit for us all. We picnicked and hiked under an umbrella of redwood, oak, and other trees nameless to me. We saw the amazingly enormous iron and stone furnaces that once burned trees to convert limestone rock to quicklime. Four kilns were actually built next to the area where the Rockland Lime and Lumber Company took out the rock.
The trails were short and somewhat easy. For short, fat-legged me with no cartilage in my knees, a kindly matter-of-fact push was needed to get myself up a steep step and between two trees. Thank you, Mister H.
The first trail took us to the kilns, after which we backtracked to another trail that took us to Limekiln Falls. The brochure says it's a fan-shaped fall about 100 feet tall. I saw no fan-shape effect, but I could imagine it. Maybe one Spring day we'll come back after a rain to see the falls doing a fan dance over the rocks.
The trail to the falls involved scampering on logs and rocks to get across the creek. We forded makeshift bridges five or six times. There was one particular hairy crossing that two young ladies applauded when I safely got over. I like to think they went home knowing that you're never too old or out-of-shape to traipse through forests and such.
So, last Friday evening was the reception for the photography exhibition of which I bragged about being a participant. It was a lot of fun. Smile, hello, hey! hugs. Click.
By the time that picture was taken, my hairdo had fallen. It looked great too, a cross between a Gibson Girl hairdo and a windswept boho hairstyle.
Gal-Pal J gifted me with a beautiful bouquet, which is what you see in center of this collage. I love the brilliant rich colors. I want to paint those colors.
Enough talky talk from me. Please, go check out the other participants at Mosaic Monday where I'm hanging out today. The meme is hosted by Montana Angie of Letting Go of the Bay Leaf. Cheers!