Snack Stop
During a recent visit to Marietta Square, H and I couldn’t resist the temptation of this local bakery. The window dressing beckoned us into the shop and the cupcakes did the rest.
5/3/13 Frightening Fashion Friday: Ahoy!
I’m not sure if I was simply ready to get into the water, or if I thought that the float was part of the outfit. Either way, I look pretty confident standing next to my great-uncle.
Zip It!
Sometimes I offer up more details in a conversation than is really necessary, and it gets me into trouble…
Last week H and I dined on the patio at a favorite restaurant. Our table backed up to a tall hedge where I was lucky enough to discover a well-hidden baby bird. As I discreetly snapped a few pictures, our waitress delivered the food; she never asked what I was doing, or even suspected, until I opened my mouth to announce my exciting discovery. Within minutes she had spread the word to other diners, and before long an entourage of kids showed up at our table for a look. Fortunately, I was able to convince one of the urchins that a limp French fry would not be an appropriate snack for the feathered youngster.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the fledgling hopped to the back side of the bushes and the crowd returned to their families. I spent most of the evening in a disconnected conversation with my husband (who called me the “Paul Revere of Birdland”) while fretting over my new ward. I’m sure its mother was very relieved when I left.
Primitive Beauty
I’m a huge fan of ferns, especially when they are in the unfurling stage. They have such a prehistoric look.
Frightening Fashion Friday: Salute to Spring
It’s definitely a busy look from the waist up.
Just a Little Freshening Up
Their summer home has been aired out, refurbished, and plumped up. With a little mud here, some extra moss there, and bits of thread for added color, it’s official: Mr. and Mrs. Phoebe have returned.
Upon Closer Inspection
Sometimes it’s the tiny details that pack the most punch.
Frightening Fashion Friday: Hey! You Talkin’ to Me?
Here I am, showing a little attitude at the beach. Love, love, love the matching orange sweater and shoes, but the pants look ready for a rising tide. I’m concerned about that arm pulled back with what looks like a balled-up fist… maybe the photographer stepped on my sandcastle.
Dancing the Night Away
H and I discovered this pallet of wine the other evening while grocery shopping. I had no idea that this notorious dance era had its own official vino.
And You Are…?
One of the things I love about spring is trying to remember where, exactly, I have planted the newest acquisitions for the secret garden. I keep a journal, but it’s usually lacking in precise details. It doesn’t help that I while I may recognize the plant in its mature state, I have no idea what to look for when it emerges the following spring. Consequently, I never pluck a “weed” until I know for sure what it is. It’s like having a treasure hunt each year.
Tree Fishing 