Love the polka dots on these hydrangeas just snapped at a local outdoor restaurant today.
https://ceenphotography.com/2017/05/04/flower-of-the-day-may-5-2017-rhododendron-buds/
Hydrangea: Flower of the Day, May 5, 2017
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Thursday Doors, May 5, 2017
The owner of this chocolate shop gives all the proceeds of her business to Hope House, a local shelter for abused and neglected boys aged 2-18. Amazing. I’ll show some of the confections later.
https://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com/2017/05/04/thursday-doors-may-4-2017/
A Little Scrabble Miracle
If you are a Scrabble player, you will realize how unlikely it is that anyone can find room for a 7 letter word during the last few plays. First of all, the likelihood of drawing 7 letters that make a word so late in the game are unlikely, and secondly, there is rarely a space for a seven letter word, sincle most of the board is already covered. What, then, are the chances that you would both have the same letters left to build the exact same seven letter word in the same turn? In this case, the word in itself was rather unusual. Look for it in the photo below. I’ll let you have a look while I run to the ladies room, and when I get back, I’ll tell you the answer. Two turns later, the final word was played and the game was over.
If you found “urinate” written twice on the board, you are right. Again, what are the odds? This is an online game, by the way. I play with my friend Marti in California. I’m in Mexico.
Mui Rico
As stated in my “Flower of the Day“ post, the sign outside Gallery/Restaurant LA 311 in San Antonio Tlayacapan in Chapala, Mexico said “Todo Mui Rico” (Everything is Very Rich.) This was true both of the flowers, the cuisine and the extravagent colors of young Guadalajaran artist Claudette Farah Chalita entitled “Colorful Dreams.” See her work below:
(Please click on any photo to see all enlarged with captions and to view as a gallery.)
The artist and her brother.
Perhaps these black and white faces and figures are all dreaming of color.
“Ojos que si ven” 60X80
Words about the artist, painted on the wall.
Bougainvillea, Flower of the Day, May 2, 2017
I saw this extravagently hued bougainvillea outside a cafe/gallery where we saw the work of a talented young Guadalajaran artist. Rich colors inside and out.
The sign on this gallery/restaurant in San Antonio Tlaquepan said “Mui Rico.” It suited both the flowers outside as well as the cuisine and rich colors of the art display inside.
April Showers bring May Flowers: Royal Poinciana
My Royal Poinciana is positively lush right now.
Cee’s May Day flowers are here: https://ceenphotography.com/2017/04/30/flower-of-the-day-may-1-2017-wisteria-is-starting-to-blossom/
Happy May Day!!!
In Celebration of May 1 and May baskets, this is a special May Day story I wrote a few years ago that I am reblogging:
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2013/05/06/scissors-tissue-paper-and-general-macarthur/
Yucca Tree: Sunday Trees Apr 30, 2017
My Yucca tree is almost as high as the lower branches of my neighbor’s palm tree.
Go here to see more Sunday Trees: https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2017/04/30/sunday-trees-285/
The Dogs Are Barking (May 19, 2013)
Several people have suggested I reblog earlier posts. This one is one of my first, written when Diego and Frida were still with me and before Morrie made his appearance. Below is just a partial copy of the poem. To read it in its full version, click HERE.
The Dogs Are Barking
They break the morning––a daily rite.
It’s just a warning. The dogs won’t bite.
Two strangers talk but pass unseen.
I doze, they walk, with a wall between.
I lie here posed between thought and sleep.
My eyes still closed. I’m swimming deep.
I resist the trip––that journey up––
preferring to sip from the dreaming cup
whose liquid darker and bitter thick
reveals a starker bailiwick
than schedules, crafts, menus, schemes.
Much finer draughts we quaff in dreams.
I try to sink back into sleep,
once more to drink of waters deep;
but the dogs still bark. They leap and pace.
My dreams too dark for this morning place.
Those dreams lie deep and intertwined,
wanting to creep back up my mind.
But its slippery slope is much inclined
and provides small hope that I will find
again, that world well out of sight
where truth…
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Not Backsliding
I know, I know. I just posted my swan song a few days ago, but that was concerning compulsively posting to prompts. I hereby recant to the degree that I will occasionally publish, perhaps, something I’ve written of my own accord..can’t wipe writing entirely out of my life, but it is taking a back seat for awhile. Meanwhile we are planning the next kid’s camp, I’m getting a book published, editing an anthology and I’m playing with my friend Jane who just arrived. Some little trips, game sessions, shopping trips, hammock lounging, swimming and art activities will take precedence. Getting this compulsive behavior dealt with.
So, adios. Sort of!!!!
