I live for these moments in early spring. I have not yet lost my battle with weeds. The gusto's still there. And each year, at spring's first blush, flowers that have volunteered to be in my yard join those I planted, offering the most pleasant of surprises.
Here's a peek at what's growing at my house. Besides weeds, of course.
Long time, no post. I've been crazy busy, tired, stressed. But we did manage to sneak away for a couple of days to San Francisco. Beaux's health is in kind of an odd plateau and we figured we'd fiddle while Rome burns. Saw Alcatraz, rode every mode of pubic transportation, ate well and even slept well. We also lucked into free Wednesday at the Exploratorium. It alone is worth the trip. Oddly enough, though, my favorite part of the trip was 10 minutes on the wharf watching some crazed street artist make pictures of planets with a pie plate and spray paint. Amazing and cheap. Can anybody tell me what kind of bird the fellow above is? Saw him on the water and he's a stranger to this Rocky Mountain girl. Let me know.
The girls got a little money for souvenirs, so Jen's now sporting a Hard Rock San Francisco shirt (she really does take after her dad). And Al opted for the planet art and a couple of glass necklaces. But the coolest thing of all was what we came home to. Check out Tiger getting a little snuggle from Beaux. My boys.