In July I continued my habit of taking very long walks early in the morning, and I was amply rewarded! More flowers, more sidewalk poetry, more amusing lawn ornaments, and more stories.
Lit from within!
Some mushrooms are really flowers at heart.
Through the trees, a glimpse of a pond I didn't know was there.
Here's an albino squirrel I see frequently on my walks. (Or maybe it's not the same one?!) I would like to believe this little guy brings me good luck.
On a beautiful Sunday morning, this squirrel was enjoying his breakfast—an entire bagel. Maybe he's got the New York Times stashed away somewhere too.
A birthday balloon determined to celebrate until the last possible moment.
Not much to look at here...but wait, isn't that a word on the garage?
No joy here...
No joy here, either...
But here the joy has been given permanent status.
Now for some lawn ornaments...
This yard is a story in itself!
What made these leaf patterns?
Do you get the feeling the shrub is reaching with all its might toward the broken branch?
A food dish for a stray cat? I hope so.
A shattered TV on the sidewalk...
...but how lovely, the shattered bits of sky!
Old box springs ready to be picked up.
More sidewalk poetry!
Everyday Poems for City Sidewalk
What hurt you today
was taken out of your heart
by the meadowlark
who slipped the silver needle
of her song
in and out of the grey day
and mended what was torn.
In closing, here's another flower. What a thrill to reach the light!
Wow. June 2016 was the BEST month for walks. I got into a pattern of getting up very early (usually between 5:30 and 6:00) and getting out into my new neighborhood in St. Paul for long, leisurely walks. When I'm up that early, it's a little easier to justify taking pictures of people's yards and such—so be prepared, there are lots of photos from this green and golden month!
Let's start with the flowers.
Here are some beauties that brought me back to my childhood. I believe they are prairie roses. My mom had a stately old prairie rose in her garden for as long as I can remember. And when I was very young, there were prairie roses growing along the fenceline between two fields. The fence was removed and those wild prairie roses are no more, but I will never forget their sweet smell. In fact, as I'm writing this I'm remembering something else—a doomed attempt on my part to make perfume by soaking the pretty pink petals in water for days on end. What I ended up with was not so pretty and did not smell sweet at all, but at least I learned a little something about decomposition!
I think these are a kind of echinacea. I love the swirl of lines made
by petals, leaves, and long blades of grass.
I had some of these flowering vines at a rental house—but they were nothing like this. Mine were thin and scraggly, barely hanging on. These are exultant.
I love these petunias that seem to be spattered with white paint. Reminds me of some shoes I once had. My daughter, in her early teens, had taken my clogs without permission and had then gotten busy with a spray painting project. My black clogs ended up with gold spatters. But they looked so cool that I continued to wear them. They'd been customized!
Is this not the very essence of red?
Some flowers look like they're made to be together.
Love these colors.
Now let's move on to lawn ornaments.
This exuberant fellow is pretty close to where I live, so I see him often.
He puts a lilt in my step.
I can't even see this girl's face, but the bounce
of her pigtails tells me she's having fun.
Grumpy Guards of the Gutter.
Silver ducks swimming on concrete.
The pig and the goose know more than they are letting on.
I love these two. They belong in a lush garden but have fallen on hard times.
Someday they'll be in a better place, though—just you wait and see.
Doesn't this look like the entrance into a storybook?
Last month I posted pictures of the sidewalk poetry I'd discovered. Here are some more.
When I walk, I wander—I pick a general direction and go. So when I just happen to come across a spectacular view, or a walkway over a highway, or an unexpected path in the woods, I feel exhilarated.
Harriet Island touched by the sun's first rays.
And now for some funny moments...
From a distance I saw a green lump in the grass and I couldn't figure
out what it was. My best guess was an old rug. But no, it was a toy
alligator—clearly a master of camouflage!
Just an ordinary house, right?
But look who's lurking on the porch!
And finally, the coolest paint job I've ever seen on a car. I love that
the caterpillar is represented too. Metamorphosis on wheels!