. . . here. Washington is certainly very photogenic; this shot was taken from in front of our hotel, which was on Pennsylvania Avenue, right down the street from . . . 
This photo reminds me of a Chinese landscape painting. It was taken in China, actually--from the window of a moving bus.
...and still here. Not here, but somewhere else. Can't wait to go home, actually. I'm not wearing ruby slippers, but I am saying "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."
This guy seems to find it rather amusing that I can't connect to the Web and therefore am unable to blog properly. Me, not so much...
Saturday meant lunch in the park with charming visitors all the way from Hong Kong and England...
... followed by a leisurely stroll to see who lives in the lotus pond.
Sunday: pancakes! These are in their virginal state, just before I slathered them with peanut butter and syrup. Yummy!!
Ear flaps up, and . . . ready for takeoff!!
Poppies . . .
. . . and roses . . .
. . . and that-plant-whose-name-I-can't-remember-but-I-think-maybe-it's-a-gazania. Oh my!
. . . things on large spools. Twine, string, yarn, thread--I like it!
No, really, I can. I CAN stop buying ribbon. Really.
A rummage sale! The delightful Miss Robin
This book, full of some delightful activities, including "Chairsy Potsy" and the always fun paper bag mask. The text just under the illustration reads: "One of the nicest things about this mask is that it's so comfortable."(!)
Today we check in with Miss Tallulah Mae, who appears to be lost in the jungle--no, wait, that's not a jungle: it's my back yard. No, wait, it's the back yard previously known as my back yard. It doesn't look like that now (removing, hacking {er, make that pruning}, etc.). New plans are afoot: potager, perhaps?
OK, I won't keep my readers in suspense any longer. The unnamed creature that we tried to capture on camera was a baby raven, nicknamed "Buster" by the folks in B.'s office. Apparently he sat on the window ledge for a week, calling to his parents and being fed. Then, one day he was gone . . . fly, little bird, fly.
Yum! This is
Yep, it's more randomness. First up: a basket of sweet-smelling goodness--sweet peas! Unfortunately, this is not this year's crop--the cutting garden has been turned into Gopherland, a fun amusement park and snack bar for burrowing rodentia. There's always next year...
Next up for your viewing pleasure: a cute dog and a lovely fragrant rose (too bad you can't smell it!). Throw in some chocolate, maybe a frosty beer (perhaps consumed together, perhaps not), and some rollicking bluegrass music and there you have it: all five senses, satisfied.
. . . post a random picture! In addition to the pressure of a deadline, I'm hampered by the fact that, at my request, darling hubby took the Miraculous Machine (i.e., digital camera) with him today to try to photograph a little creature whose identity shall remain undisclosed until and unless he can be captured on "film" and then blogged about. Whew! Try saying THAT in one breath. Me, my coffee-filled cup, and my red pen have a date with a deadline, so that's all, folks . . . By the way, be sure to check out that busy little ladybug grooving on the borage in the picture above (she's under a leaf in the middle).
