These tiny little wildflowers are popping up in the yard across the road from Doright Manor. I call them, “Tiny Little Wildflowers Across the Road.”
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She’s a What?
Studly Doright and I were cruising around Tallahassee on Saturday afternoon in his now almost un-smelly car. Out of the blue Studly had a hankering for Kentucky Fried Chicken, so we drove through the drive up and then sat in their parking lot while he nibbled on a breast and a wing. I’m dieting, so I just watched. Willpower is my middle name. Ok, maybe it’s “Biscuit with Honey” since I had a bite of his.
We were listening to the 60’s channel on Sirius/XM when the song Must to Avoid by Herman’s Hermits started playing. Studly put down his chicken and sang, “She’s a muscular boy.”
I snorted. “That’s not how it goes! It’s “she’s a must to avoid,” and pointed to the radio’s dashboard display where the correct title was clearly spelled out.
“Oh,” he shrugged. “I always thought it was a strange song.”
And now? Now I can’t help but sing it his way.
https://youtu.be/icEUzyyL88A
Peace, people.
Snapshot #149
Another photo taken at the Chain of Parks Art Walk in Tallahassee on Saturday. I call this one, “Be Advised.” I need one of these tshirts. Seriously.
Lost in Time
Lost in Time
by Leslie Noyes
We scarcely notice the low-flying pterodactyls skimming inches above the trees nowadays.
Likewise, the roar of Tyrannosaurus Rex barely registers in our collective consciousness.
But we’ve begun to feel a change in the climate, colder winters, hotter summers, raging storms year ’round,
And the drums of war are heard pounding across oceans, and from our own great shores destruction rains down.
What have we lost in time? Our connections were severed when we fell through this warp in the universe.
Survival first, right? Despite the despot in the tree fort, we will carry on, only later to discover what we’ve lost.
Snapshot #147
I bought myself some flowers for Easter. This one should be called, “They Smell Even Prettier Than They Look.”
Happy Easter, friends.
Stiff Competition
Stiff competition, indeed. A friend posted this on Facebook.
Happy Easter!
Chain of Parks 2017
Saturday morning I drove into Tallahassee to savor the eclectic vibe of the annual LeMoyne Chain of Parks Art Festival. This isn’t an arts and crafts (or as Studly Doright calls them “arts and crap”) show, but a gathering of some of the finest artists and artisans from all across the country.
Name your poison–jewelry, pottery, textiles, sculpture, carvings, paintings, stained glass, and/or mixed-media. It was all there. I couldn’t afford 99.99% of the art displayed, but I so enjoyed looking.
Here are just a few of the sights:
My favorite, and the most affordable, part of the day was dog watching.
One end of the park is set aside for children to create their own art. I didn’t venture very far into this section, as my stomach had begun nagging me to find the food trucks, but I took this photo of the chalk art area. Note the little girl on the right. As I passed by she remarked, “Look! I’m walking on the wall!”
And I don’t know who Terrika is, but she made me smile.
At one point I was mobbed by a group of posh ladies who insisted on sharing their kooky style with me. I always needed a boa to make me feel complete; I just didn’t know it.
Unfortunately the Divas, as they called themselves, got away before I could snap a picture. It was a wrap and run incident. No one was harmed in the process.
What a wonderful morning! I did buy a small item for my little courtyard area at Doright Manor. I’ll share that another day.
Peace, people!
Snapshot #148
I came across this business at Tallahassee’s Chain of Parks Art Walk this morning. Let’s call this one, “Mixed Feelings.”
Snapshot #146
This photo was taken inside Hamaknockers, a great roadside barbecue place near Crawfordville, FL. I’m calling it, “Finally, a Way to Use my Bottle Caps!”
First Impressions
First Impressions
by Leslie Noyes
He’d cultivated a gravelly voice, thinking it was sexy and maybe a bit authoritative.
She’d perfected a killer walk, seductive and full of promise.
Watching her closely he decided she was out of his league and never spoke a word within her hearing.
Thinking him aloof, she refused to take a single step, and simply ignored him.
The end.
Praying for Eyebrowz 