Different

Eatable Flowers.   Yum.   I wouldn't mind digging into this bowl.

More flowers . . . nope . . . just a few feathers floating in the breeze.    I'd like to meet up with a few of those birds.     

This picture had to do with riding the back roads  and find beauty and quiet.    It reminded me of some trips out with my friend Helen when we would ride into the back roads of Nevada in the spring looking for wild flowers. I wrote a little poem about that.

Wildflowers

Riding up old 88, a route to Markleville/the road side over flowing with ancient rabbit brush/

in between are wild flowers/all names I do not know/ they take your breath away/as they set the fields aglow.

I see a purple thistle, majestic I would say/ some white and yellow daisies/ or at least they look that way/The Indian paint brush is colorful to see/but what is that gorgeous flower/that stands so tall and straight/it looks like a sentinel tending Heaven's gate./ no matter where you eye looks/as springtime comes along/there are hundreds of wild flowers/right where they belong.

We did find a rushing river, just like the picture and enjoyed a wonderful memory making day.

 

Remember these?    Bobby pins.    We used to set our hair and sleep on these.   Oh what we did to look beautiful.    I think I have a box filled with these in my bathroom drawer.  What I am saving them for I don't know.  You can be sure I will not pin my hair up ever again.   Short and sweet is so much easier. 

Here it is Thursday all over again;  how fast the days go bye.    Time to think of a menu for Easter Sunday.   Some like ham, other like lamb, me, I like both.    I haven't made up my mind, but. leaning towards ham and veggie omelet for Easter breakfast.   I may even have a hot cross bun.    So think of your menu, make your list and go shopping so you can celebrate Easter Morning with a feast of your own.
Don't forget your good deed for today.   Put on your happy face and get out there and enjoy the day.  Hugs to all.