June 7, 2014

Days 92-98

Day 92
My house-sitting gig . . . lovely setting.

Day 93
. . . and they all lived together in a little crooked house.

Day 94
Shelley on the hunt.

Day 95
So tempting to pop those purple balloons and help them along.

Day 96
Easter Egg radishes from 2 EE's Market.
 Love that place . . . lots of home grown, no spray produce.

Day 97
Knocked over, laid down low, still blooming . . . 
there's a message there.

Day 98
A field of wildflowers through a slightly rainy window.


  1. isn't it marvelous all the beauty a heart can find~ you must change your profile info though, to state you are a grandma also with a little mister...
    congrats my dear friend

    1. I was thinking about that when I did the post, Susan. I'll get to it.

  2. Beautiful as always Andrea... and yes, I can feel the lesson taught by the Iris. Thank you dear heart.


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