I took some time the other Saturday morning to explore my own town; it paid off handsomely because not only did I discover an excellent coffee place, but there were some exuberant yucca flowers out in front.
And this reminds me that when I was a kid, I’d eat these flowers, which could surely explain some things.
In addition to the pink flowers that you saw yesterday, I also had these that needed photographing.
I had a tiny, tiny surgical procedure a while back (it was so tiny that from going back to the operating room to walking out the door to go home was just over an hour) but my sweet friend Janet thought I’d earned a lovely bouquet of tulips.
Remembering the photographic success I had with week-old roses (also from Janet!), I save the tulips until they started to fall apart. As you can tell, old tulips aren’t quite as compelling as those roses. But still, I had to try.
my kitchen table