Triple Digits

and the clouds are melting.

Even the water lily hides under its own leafs.

The native fish in my water garden may be cooking.

The statues are sweating.

I believe the bottle tree may be melting

or wilting...which would it be?

The tiny Japanese lilies still smile no matter how hot it is.

Visit the wonderful photo artist and my friend, Madsnapper, 

to see how beautifully she improved my photos today.

The Old Couple

The old couple stood in a place of honor.  I'm wasn't sure why I loved them.  Was it the beauty of their stature or innocence of a time when honesty and hard work measured your worth? I believe it was a time, sadly past for too many, a time I strive to live.

Carefully I dusted.  The man fell from my hands and shattered on the hard floor.  I wept.

When the tears dried I carefully gathered the pieces, reassembling him with glue and love. The tiny porcelain chips were returned to their original position yet the old man rattled from a tiny chip I missed inside.

Once again he stands with his mate, complete and whole, doing the chores they've always done and will always do.

Their expression never changes. I believe it is contentment, love and joy that they are together forever in their moment of time.

This N That

Toni and Andrew, always joking, tried to convince me my car would not start.

A wonderful idea to stop massive soil erosion, rocks in cages

Toni did not want to hide the sign

Can you imagine being pregnant for two years???

The statues were absolutely beautiful.