Today I stopped to get a closer look and was surprised to find this particular flower, not quite open, tinged with pink…..
I spent last week in Chicago. It was cold, raining, and the city was dense with fog for most of the week.
But it was also dense with people, energy, color and line in the best of ways. Being there in the middle of all that was a stark contrast to the small southern town I’ve recently started calling home.
“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
And just for grins, who can resist these happy dog cousins on a photo shoot in a field of Texas bluebonnets? Despite the weather in northern states, spring is alive and well in the South and green is bursting forth all over!
I didn’t get atop anything this past week but I did do a lot of looking up and in one instance even though I was looking down, I found something that was topping an adorable little head so I’m pretty sure that counts!
First up is a serious of rose sculptures that grace the riverfront in my new town. They sit atop concrete bases which sit atop the Red River here in Shreveport and they never fail to draw me in. When paired with a beautiful cloud-filled sky they are exquisite.
A girl can wish, can’t she?
….it would just unpack itself.
The official part of every single move starts with the same things: the arrival of the cardboard with it’s own unique smell infusing the air, the sound of packing tape being ripped off the roll emanating from every room, little numbered stickers marking the furniture, the massive truck pulling up in front of the house.
After 25 military moves this was our first civilian move. The physical aspects of moving were the same, the cardboard, the packing tape, the little colored stickers, the arrival of the truck…but the rest of it was radically different.