I was cranky at work today. I remembered to open to beauty. The scent of these lilies of the valley reminded me of my maternal grandmother and old-fashioned French perfume.
Around town is rarely more than 10 blocks away. This outrageous lilac is just around the other side of the corner house next door.
Garlic chives, arugula, parsley. Note that the garden has been reconfigured to allow room for distanced visiting.
Harry’s walking stick–outsized, but still not tall enough to create canopy.
Plenty of divides available for those in the neighborhood.
When is it statuary and when a murti?