August 21

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Leslie, here's another.

This one is very cute -- right on a library shelf with other books. The books nearest the door have been hollowed out, to make the inside of the fairy house, and someone installed windows in the spines and all.

Unfortunately it is exceedingly vulnerable to kids with rotten behavior (belonging to irresponsible and loathesome adults who are not watching them), and its windows and book spines have been seriously trashed).

Sigh.

Wishing the library had a security cam on the house, and that a loop would play in the kiddy department of any kid(s) who damaged the house. Public exposure and humiliation for bad behavior; I like it...................

Ok, let's just look at the door, and admire the living-in-hollowed-out-books concept..........................





Ok. We've checked out the books that were on hold for us, and now we can walk on to work.

Red redbud. The leaves are turning green as they age. There were fresh leaves at the ends of some branches, and they were not green at all (and didn't entice the camera to focus on them, so you'll have to use your imagination).





This next shot was taken inadvertently, but I sorta like it. Me, in my trusty jeans and supportive shoes, with (one of) my (vast collection of) cloth bag(s), with vegetation (and shadows thereof).





Our summer followed a wet spring. For quite a while it seemed that it rained every day. Then the rain stopped. August has been very dry.

I have never seen a lilac do this before. Maybe a result of the dry conditions?





The building housing my office, with excellent sky. Look at the long skinny fuzzy cloud that seems to be directly over the building. It is much lower and a totally different sort of cloud from the higher ones.....





I hadn't noticed the moon, from the ground, but when I got up to my office, and went to open the window, there it was.





My energizer-bunny pelargonium, against the walnut trees outside.





We'll whiz through the work day as though it weren't there, and walk home.

I went to take pics of these hydrangeas, and ... whoa.

Goodness.

Hydrangea flowers (the individual floret thingies) are about an inch across.

So that stingy thing is huge. Enormous. Scary.

She was there with a whole posse if her friends, so I maintained a very respectful distance, and used the zoom to get in close rather than sticking the camera in her, um, face.







Across the street from those hydrangeas is this branch. It is seriously broken (needs to be removed), and is way redder than the rest of the tree (lending credence to the "Stressed plants may turn red" theory).





I am not aware that someone famous is in town, but the evidence would be.....

I have thought about it, and I am not the least bit down with the bagged meters if they are for this bus to park. Let the famous people park their bus outside of town at a shopping center, so the people who live here can park downtown. (My considered and final opinion!)





Goodness.

I am really letting my cranky true self show through, far more than usual. Better stop that.

Here're some pretty flowers to end the post. I feel fine, really I do..... La, la, la...........

Daylilies.





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