No rhyme or reason to what I'm sharing with you today. Stories are too short to use for a whole blog.
Something I learned when I belonged to Weight Watchers.
It is possible to buy just one piece of See's candy.
The Falala days are over but the poinsettia lingers on, losing one leaf at a time, one bract after another. The flower still brings pleasure, but I guess I should retire the sign.
My camera didn't spring into action until this double load of oranges was nearly out of sight. I wondered why it doesn't arrive at its destination as a truckload of juice?
One by one all of my favorite little independently owned shops are folding their tents and fading away. This is one of the latest. Birds of a Feather, in Cambria is now going to do business online rather than from a storefront, but it just ain't the same.
Squirrels were the bane of Mr. Bob's existence. And when they figured out how to get to his bird seed, he was nearly beside himself. That's one feature that I don't think he misses in his new living arrangement.
As aggravating as the squirrels were, the hummingbirds were a delight. The bubbling water jar had a history and was especially cherished by me since it was a gift from Mr. Bob; a gift that took 2 years to manifest. Now it's in a friend's garden.
I love this photo. Taken at my high school's 58th reunion, it, for some reason, strikes me as a perfect picture of a crowd. By and large, I felt invisible during my high school years and at the reunion my name tag kept falling off. Not sure about attending the 60th in September.
It's hard to resist a reflection photo shot. It's so much easier than setting up the camera for a timed release picture. Here, we're being silly in a Home Goods store.
Spotted a few years ago in Oakland, I loved the brevity of this poignant message. I may not know how to mince words, but I appreciate the ability of others.