Me and Cha in Slidell, having a celebratory Tom Collins made by her husband, Tom Collins!
Yes, She is five feet tall. My pocket pal. As I am six feet tall, we're a real Mutt and Jeff story. In grad school, her work comprised of enormous sculptures and I did tiny little Polaroids. Heee.
*Photograph by Hud Andrews*
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It's hot out there, folks. This dog has the cure...
Thanks for the cure, Cute Overload.
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*sigh*
There is much to do and so many wonderful distractions today. Like this sweet little girl here giving away kisses for free. I'm having trouble concentrating long enough to finish any of the twelve hundred projects that demand my attention.
Back to the grindstone.
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Oh! Are there tales to tell of Floodzilla 2010!
But for now I need a moment of zen:
Zali and Simone stopping to smell the flowers again.
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I don't know what the Dixon does to get these Primrose to thrive. I am envious. I have tried until I am blue in the face.
The literature all says that they should be annuals for our region. There should be a big red X over Schyterbolle. Sigh.
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The church down the street decorates at every holiday and event. Their Easter service tradition is one of my favorites, though. A fifteen foot cross is erected for Lent and draped with a deep purple sash. On the Saturday before Easter, the drape is removed and the cross is boxed in chicken wire. At the end of the service on Easter morning, all the congregants bring flowers.
It's always a beautiful sight. Enjoy.
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So beautiful to behold. So hard on my sinuses.
AHHHHCHHHOooooo!
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