Let it never be said that we are too old to learn anything new.
Last Friday . .
that is, a week ago yesterday, on this blog's hilarious (he said) weekly compendium of comedy there was one that said . . well, let me just show it to you again.
Let it never be said that we are too old to learn anything new.
Last Friday . .
that is, a week ago yesterday, on this blog's hilarious (he said) weekly compendium of comedy there was one that said . . well, let me just show it to you again.
Yes, Gentle Readers, we have careened wildly through yet another week and screeched to a stop at the TGIF sign.
How ya' doin'?
Oh, my, I've been reading Bill Buford's book on the birth of the English language and I fear it's getting to me.
So let's get on with the true business of the day, eh?
For this first one, "turnabout is fair play"!
A tiny Goldfinch.
The birds share their drinking fountain with . . . yup, you guessed it . . . bees!
Trying to get a picture of a nervous hummingbird is a lifework in itself.
For example:
A view of our constantly changing sky an evening or two ago.
Arizona usually has endless days of clear blue skies but this spring has seen clear days, cloudy days, overcast days, rainy sky days, though typically the rain never seems to reach us here.
The drought continues.
The Southwest continues to be a very dry place to live.
Our Wisteria vine was not happy at one end of the arbor and last night we moved it over to a corner of the yard next to the voluptuous Honeysuckle on the wall.
We will see if it thrives there.
SWMBO said she'll give it a chance but if it dies, it dies.
When I have a night like I had last night, wakeful because I forgot to take my bedtime pills, I greet the new day feeling about like that myself.