First Cybidium Orchids of 2014

Entry No. 352

Thank you Auntie Babe

Clover Takes Over

Entry No. 338

Still Spunky

Entry No. 337

My husband's grandmother, Doris, teases her dachshund while we visit with her for her 92nd birthday, which was yesterday.

The Women Gather

Entry No. 313

Why Have I Not Made This Before?

Entry No. 310

The half way point to the awesome borscht I made today.

Psychedelic Ginko Leaves

Entry No. 305

Sensory Shangra-La

Entry No. 299

Mandy Aftel treats us to a bit of culinary wizardry, at her yearly open studio event, using her Chef's Essences and a bit of orange peel.

In The Spirit Of Giving

Entry No. 298

Kris at La Nana Salon, shows Julian what his gift to Locks of Love will be.

Well, What Do Ya' Know, Birds Of A Feather Do Flock Together!

Entry No. 297

We watched these birds circle rapidly around and around in a tight formation for about 10 minutes.

Right In Front Of My Face

Entry No. 295

So I'm sitting there at the stoplight starting to stress a little because I haven't spotted today's "wonder" yet, and I'm losing light.---When I look up and really "see" the dramatic beauty of the tree on the corner silhouetted, in the sunset.  Luckily, I was a few cars back and was able to capture it before it was my time to go.

As God Is My Witness...

Entry No. 292

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Entry No. 290

Everlasting Love

Entry No. 275

My friend brought these flowers to us 13 days ago on a day when our house was overflowing with emotion and love.  They are just now starting to fade.

Shadow Play

Entry No. 271

Having a little fun this morning with my shadow in our entryway.

Rubba -Dub-Dub

Entry No. 268

Loofahs in their natural state at the Berkeley Farmer's Market.

Cirrus Clouds

Entry No. 265

I awoke to a rare treat this morning.

Ever Wonder What Camphor Looks Like?

Entry No. 261

I did, now you and I both know.

Silver Lining

Entry No. 260

Auntie helps with a math lesson.

Yucca Blossoms/Autumn Leaves

Entry No. 256

Full Circle

Entry No. 252

When I was a kid every other Sunday was hair day around our house.  My grandmother would wash my hair over the sink, very  professionally,  I might add.  She had a spray attachment and tray with a cradle for my neck.  Then, she would detangle, dry and press it with the hot comb. Today, as we sat on the porch as I detangled my grandmother's hair after washing it, we reminisced about how we had come full circle. There was one exception, though.  No scorched ears from the hot comb.