Who am I to tell Mother Nature to stick to to three to five colors per design? 😛
Tree Palette
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Glorious Blooms … Just in Time for Snow!
Last week, we had 80-degree days. Tomorrow morning around 2, snow is “likely,” with an inch of accumulation.
Strange days, indeed.
Lost Croc
Shoe for sale,
Lonely little shoe for sale.
A shoe that’s pink and still unspoiled,
A shoe that’s only slightly soiled,
Shoe for sale.
Somewhere, there’s a little girl remembering how she used to have a set of these. 🙁
I took this outside Charlie’s Stop ‘N’ Shop a while back — before the current construction craze. (And no, I didn’t really pick it up.)
Wasted Signage
Unplug? Yeah, right. 😉
Old Neon
Cool old neon sign! Not as old as it seems, though. The building was a grocery store way back when I was a little girl. I’m not sure when the video store opened (I’m thinking in the late ’80s), but it’s been closed for some time.
Creepy Crawly
This one-eyed, eight-legged, winged Trio creature is all mine, thanks to Atticus and his store. All you have to do is pick something out and hand him some imaginary money…voila! Imagination…It’s a wonderful thing!
Did I Ever Tell You How Much I Love Clouds?
One guess where this one was taken.
La Música de Mariachi
We joined my parents for dinner at El Vallarta tonight, not knowing a mariachi band would be playing. Those guys are amazing! Great voices all around, and we heard them do everything from Freddie Fender (for my dad) to the Beatles to “Rocky Top.” Awesome night!!
Sooooo…..hoy, dos cuadros para el precio de uno…
Lucas and my dad tipping:
Atticus playing his own horn:
p.s. I recorded one of the songs they played. I’ll try to get it posted this weekend.
UPDATE: Here’s the audio of one of their songs; I’m not sure of the name. When they asked us which song to play, we told them to play their favorite song. This was it.
[audio:2011-03-21-mariachi-fave.mp3|loop=no]WE MISSY OU!
Nothing will ever be the same. It’s just the way it goes.
How long before you take down the MISSY OU sign? The Rainbow people gave it a good year, I guess.
I wish I could go back — way back — to fortify and edify what now doesn’t seem to take a rectify.
Hindsight’s 20-20, they say. Well, what if all you’ve got is 20-100, even forward?
Figuratively literal? Literally figurative?
That squishy, mish-mashy, goulash is my heart all around that part that misses you.
Oh, the Joy
Nothing like a beautifully sunny Saturday just before the end of a grading period. Sigh.