Autumn in Portland

is why, I’m convinced, people move here.

Of course, every time the season changes I say that, but this time I really mean it.  Autumn is where it’s at.

I took this while driving.  I don't recommend it.

Birch trees = my *favorite*

My favorite little cheapy shoes, unraveling even as we speak.  I tell everyone I know not to buy Target shoes ’cause they’ll fall apart, and what do I do?  Fall in love with some.

Puuuuuuuurple !

I found the sun hiding in this puddle.

What Can I Say? I'm A Sucker For Flowers

And I must be a sucker for Oregon, because we had to put up with a lot of friggin' rain to have such a stupid awesome Spring.

 Zero manipulation on all of these.

 I love you, and you, and you . . .

 I love how flowers look like they're

standing around having conversations. 

Especially these, dishing the latest gossip.

 Oh em GEE rip my guts out! Exquisite.

 Unreal . . .

Blobs of paint on a canvas lawn. 

 Hi Henny.

Gah!  How you set my soul aflame!

Dear Old Laugh-o-dills

It is rather convenient that the first Weekend of Spring includes the official day the Daffodils decide to wake up from their naps.  They laugh in the face of rain, spit on cloudy weather and chilly nights, squash the wind storms and torrential downpours.  Winter -- PUH!  To my delight, I get to bask in their bright perky faces, admire the strong stems from which they stretch and yawn, smooth my fingertips over their sweet petals as I breathe the March air brisk with salty ocean smells.

 Hi. Thank you for making my weekend.

 Eerie, strange, a little unreal. 

Beginning of a science fiction story?

As the sun ducked in and out of passing clouds, the Boy and I parked ourselves on a curb to admire the weather, the folks passing by, the playing children. I got lost in the reflections on my shoes.

               Day One of iPhone:
               I don't like this thing. It can't do what I want it to do.
              
               Day Seven, eight, nine...: 
               I can check out audio books from the library on my phone!


                             PS - Love the red hoodie.  Some really
                                    awesome chick must have gotten that
                                      for you...

Good hair lately.  It makes me feel like me.

These Shoes Were(n't) Made for Walkin'

A wonderful afternoon walk.  I'm wearing my Deck Shoes everywhere and they're starting to wear out already.  I always say, Never trust a Target shoe, but damn it I'm in love with these.  Wear 'em into the ground, like everything else.

 Well, the flowers say it's Spring, so . . .

Oh, hi there.  You look very much like my Love.

...and a fun drawing to top off what I might venture to call

a Perfect Sunday.