In my mind, I'm five years old having a high old time wandering and wondering. In reality, I'm now in my late 60s, wowza! I tell you a lot of creativity is still to be found in this old young self. In you, too, whatever your age. Welcome to my barefoot world!
Blue skies smilin' at me Nothin' but blue skies do I see. . . ~Irving Berlin The fog lifted early this morning to give us gorgeous blue skies. The orange roses and pink pompom poppies say "Hullo, hullo!" Hanging out at Skywatch Friday . Come join me by clicking here . Thanks, Skywatch Friday hosts!
It's beginning to get jungly in the back yard. The persimmon trees are popping out leaves, as are the apricot and apple trees. You can't see the banana plants, but they're also shooting up leaves. When all the trees are full, this part of the yard gets quite shady. Perfect to hang out in when the temperatures soar high. I ought to call this part of the yard the "jungle room" or maybe Room of Deep Shade. What do you think?
"Tall and tan and young and handsome. . ." sang Quinn the Quokka. Quaid the Quoll cleared his throat mighty loudly. The quokka stopped singing and raised a questioning eyebrow at her fellow marsupial. She had to be careful what she said next to the carnivore. "This Honalee Bay Aquarium & Gardens place wants two animal per letter, right? We've got it made, Sheila," said Quaid. "All we gotta do is show up at the auditions. You're the cutest thing in the world. Who wouldn't want you? And who wouldn't want tough quagmire me." Quinn sighed. "One, I would rather be picked for my talent than my cuteness. Two, I have a name. Three, the talent scouts plan on stopping in Central America." "So, Quinn?"the quoll asked, emphasizing the quokka's name. "There's a chance they've already decided on that quirky quetzal bird. I'm sorry, Quaid, but I must be chosen. My mate Winnie's getting married
The orange cat looked down at me from his frozen perch on the neighbor's pergola. "What are you doing up there?" I asked, pulling my camera out of my pants pocket. You never know when a photo opp appears. The orange cat stared at me, seeming to say, "You don't see me here." Squawk! Squawk! Squawk! A blue jay flew from the neighbor's roof into the neighbor's tree. Oh. The cat was what that bird's problem is. I wondered how long the cat had been up there. Squawk! Squawk! Squawk! "You're not going to get that bird from there," I said. "That's what you think," said the orange cat. "Be gone now." So, I went. Now that the April blogging challenge is over, I'm back to my regular stuff of nothingness. Thanks, Jane Austen, Action Doll, for taking over last month. If you want to read her doings, click here . Today, I'm hooking up with Our World Tuesday . Check it out here . Thank
Yawwwwwwwn. Jane Austen, Action Doll, arched her back, stretching her arms widely. She rolled her head, then shook it a few times. Yawwwwwwwn. "This new job came at the perfect time," said Jane, getting back into bed. "These past 25 weeks have completely tired me out. Once this project is done, I shall return to my writing. An idea is brewing." My theme for this year's challenge is Jane Austen, Action Doll, Seeks a New Career . To check out other A to Z participants, click here . To learn more about the 2018 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge , click here .
Hello Visitors from the Blogging from A to Z April 2018 Challenge. This post is for the weekly All Seasons. You can find my posts for the April Challenge here . Sometimes it's right before I fall asleep that an idea for garden art comes to me. Other times an idea greets me when I open my eyes in the morning. Wait till you hear this! my inner voice says, as it waited patiently for me to be quiet to hear the idea. So, today I share with you my latest two pieces for the garden. Both are items from the 1960s that belonged to the Mama. The metal peacock in the above photo was once in black, brown, and burnt gold (is that a color?), which the Only and Older Brother gifted to the Mama one year. The lamp in the photo below was one of a pair that the Mama and the Daddy bought for our brand new house way back when. Its original color was a cross between yucky bronze and gold. I think it was supposed to be a take off on baroque style. Now, the lamp could be a prop in a carnival.
Jane Austen, Action Doll, sighed. "That Lydia," Jane mumbled. "She never puts the ladder away. If only I could fire her and Wickham. They are horrible workers." "Perhaps I could get myself transferred from this rail yard," Jane thought. My theme for this year's challenge is Jane Austen, Action Doll, Seeks a New Career . To check out other A to Z participants, click here . To learn more about the 2018 Blogging from A to Z April Challenge , click here .