Remains of a perfectly ripe pear.
One. I know I bought a pound of them...
One that actually smells like a pear - I have hopes that it will be perfectly ripe tomorrow.
Moon in the sky, just before twilight. Warm enough after supper to sit for a long time on the porch and watch the sky.
Warm spring days tempt me to go barefoot...
Didn't realize they were in season, but my how sweet this was.
Lost and then found again. Slightly bent.
In today's mail.
Piece of driftwood from an otherwise empty vase.
No "...quiet old lady, whispering, 'Hush,'" though...
Yes, I know it looks like an interesting bulb, or some kind of aloe... My husband decided to put a sprouting red onion half into a flowerpot to see what would happen. An accidental house plant.
Small gray stone from my pocket.
Today we rested. (And I recharged my phone!) According to my pedometer, we walked more than 12 miles yesterday...
After a wonderful long day in NYC with my daughter, we took the Greyhound bus home again.
In a bowl.
May.
Spring progresses.
It really is this shape. Brought home by youngest child from an event at school, somehow it reminds me of a penguin.
Blooming outside the kitchen window. At last.
Pint.
Not quite ripe.
In a citrus mood this week, I guess.
Just an orange.
Strongly scented.
With brush and ink.
From another angle
On the dresser.
Tentative. Pencil. Waiting for spring.
Some have green thumbs...
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