Optimism for WPC

Optimistic

I can’t think of anything more optimistic than a Primrose! They are relentlessly cheerful! And they just assume they will be back next year!

I watch for the first batch to show up every year, at my grocery store (I know, I know) and this year they are already here!

10 for $10.00!! Pretty cheap so I always load up. You’d think that because they are a perennial I wouldn’t need to replenish my own garden each year. I don’t, but I can’t resist. Some of mine are 7 and 9 years old!

This year I had this idea.

I live on a very unusual, long dead end street that’s a country-like oasis in the middle of a ritzy city. (When I moved here over 40 years ago, there were only 2 other houses and we had horse acreage! Even though my address would imply money to some, I didn’t stand out on this street as a migrating “Hippie”.)

Of course, our lane has built up over the years but we have scored big-time in wonderful neighbors. Everyone knows everyone and we all watch out for each other.

We just lost one of our dear neighbors a few days ago, an unexpected heart attack. The funeral is tomorrow. So tonight, after everyone is down for the night, I am going to plant a Primrose in every yard in honor of our sweet neighbor. They’ll probably figure out it was me because most of them know how obsessed I am with these hearty little flowers, but I don’t care. I like my reputation of being the oldest (and strangest) neighbor on our street.

Only problem is, we all have pneumonia in our house right now, so I may have to elicit some outside help for my clandestine operation. I’m still a little weak, but according to Badfish, my snot color is telling me I’m on the mend. https://badfish2.wordpress.com/

(By the way, if you haven’t read him, he’s wonderful!)

In honor of my neighbor Arul, one of the more kind people I’ve known, I give you the Primrose (and remind you of the story of Johnny Appleseed).

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge-Alphabet

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I’ve already posted several times for this topic but after reading

Musings of an eccentric mind

this morning I was reminded of a long held treasure of my own right here on the couch.

A dear friend spent a whole year stitching me this lovely pillow cover. I mess with beads but this stitching stuff is a mystery to me. I can’t imagine what it took to do this piece. No one in my family is allowed to use it, and the cat that caused the tiny snag on the lower left edge was nearly banished for his treachery!

Take us to school

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On our Train Trip, we went to the Organic Farmer’s Market, held each Saturday at this Encinitas (CA.) elementary school. The produce and various treats, and the crafts were all amazing but what really stopped me in my tracks was this wall. Each square (or tile) was created by a student in that year’s graduating class.

Encinitas has an interesting Mosaic history. My favorite story is a community battle over a piece of art deemed “graffiti” (because it was illegally installed). Here’s an article about it.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surfing_Madonna

Alphabet

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On a recent, spectacular, 3 day train trip from Seattle to Oceanside, CA., we were treated to the Art of the Alphabet all along the way. It was everywhere, on these dead railroad cars, on fences, on grassy fields, on abandoned cars, on the backs of huge buildings, deserted and otherwise…and it was obviously there just for us as no one but train passengers would ever see it. Some of the pieces were impossible to imagine in the act of their creation, installed in terrifyingly high places, or clearly accessible to authorities who would surely have halted the beautiful expressions.

These Artists, unpaid, un-thanked and hopefully unknown, were a highlight of our trip!