Come sit awhile

Come sit awhile, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Agave II

Agave II, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Just Peachy

Just Peachy, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Ol' Brown Eyes

Ol' Brown Eyes, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

The Way you Wear Your Hat

The Way you Wear Your Hat, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Our son adopted Trace two years ago, he was rescued from a feral dog pack at about the age of 4 mos. I think his feral life style is a very distant memory--don't you agree? Thank you Stray Rescue of St. Louis for saving this guy for us, now he is a treasured member of our family.

Adopt a rescue today!!

Mr. James Dean

IMG_9668, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

betty lee

betty lee, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Mom's wedding set. She passed-away when I was 13 and seeing her writing always touches my heart.

Flowers on Main

Flowers on Main, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Spring Garden Gate

Spring Garden Gate, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Flower Petaler

Flower Petaler, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

An Awesome Shitty Day

Another car sped by, ignoring my outstretched arm, clinched hand, with upward thumb--the universal sign indicating the person attached to said thumb needed a flipping ride. This after all was a National park, I surveyed the roadside and indeed the towering redwoods, rock strewn river and occasional open meadow was accounted for. A park was filled with trusting salt of the earth type people, right? Including this one with her thumb in the air, but no one stopped. Our energetic hike to Bridal Veil Falls had turned into a foot sore poky amble on our return, with the park shuttle AWOL we set out to locate the nearest shuttle stop. The day had turned hot; our custom-fit-at-REI hiking boots had created custom-fit-pulsating-throbbing-sores on both of our feet, are water bottles dry and our moods dour. So I did what any self-respecting mama bear would do, I struck out my thumb. Much later, we sat aside our campfire, to the soothing crackle of fire, gazing into dancing flames, glowing embers, satisfied and relaxed. "Does it get any better than this?" Transfixed by the fire, I spoke in a hushed tone.

Shannon replied softly, matching my tone, as she too gazed in the fire, "This was definitely an awesome, shitty day.”

We nodded to each other in agreement. Indeed.

Sit a spell

Sit a spell, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

This "bathroom with a view" is located in Old North St. Louis. This picture was taken during a home tour and I was struck that in the city you can have a floor to ceiling window aside the toilet with no issues of privacy.

Rainbow

Rainbow, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

After days of rain, the sun made an appearance...as did this sweet rainbow.

Get a Clue

Have you ever walked into a room and forgotten what your purpose had been, were you looking for something? What was that something? Surfing the internet is similar, I began this search for "How to Paint Egrets," and ended up on Jana's blog where I became sidetracked with her mixed media piece on losing ones memory. Now what was I looking for?

Spring Eternal

Spring Eternal, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Tulips and cupcakes

Tulips and cupcakes, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Although winters bite lingered well into April,  the outdoor world is now awash in greens. Dormant lawns are verdant, hosta plants line the walkway and porch, grow tall, leaves unfurling, spreading and covering the spent daffodil leaves as planned. Tulips have peaked, their purples, yellow, reds, whites and pinks sweep the edges of the walkway and rock bordered landscaping. Nana made fresh bouquets from her garden, giving them as hostess gifts, get well wishes, and thinking of you sprays. The variegated hosta leaves are cut from a plant I transplanted from her yard. I call this heritage gardening; plants that are shared cultivate sweet memories.

Love you Nana, I will always remember you.

Happy Easter

Happy Easter, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Key West Garden Gate

Key West Garden Gate, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

I'm missing Key West today. Duval street is fun, with the shops, bars and music; but, the true essence of Key West are the historical homes that line the streets. Most have been renovated into B & B's and guest houses. If I only had a million dollars, I'd open one myself. :)

Spring Doorway 5

Spring Doorway 5, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

Another house that features St. Louis bricks. I love the dormer windows and the detail in both the wood work and the patterns of the bricks. The tulip beds are a delight.

Spring Doorway 4

Spring Doorway 4, a photo by DiPics on Flickr.

For more than a century, St. Louis has been famous for its distinctive clay bricks; and St. Louis bricks are prized architecturally.