
A color that doesn’t stand out like the rest, it was this flamingo that drew me in the most.

A color that doesn’t stand out like the rest, it was this flamingo that drew me in the most.

Real Magnolia’s flower in the winter here, The trees can become insanely big, not high but in diameter wider then a house, like a Southern Bell’s Ball gown. Should have looked it up for you, but the point of this little…note is about my Grandmother ( a three year Alabamian (?) a 3rd generation Vermonter, all the other generations were from Scotland.) When she first moved down here to be with us. I moved first, one brother, parents, Grammy. She said, “I want to see a Magnolia tree” I told her they bloom in the winter, big white blossoms that last a minute, then look like a football players dirty white socks. My grandmother rolled her eyes. “And in the spring, all the deadly dagger leaves turn brown, just when the world is turning green in the spring, kinda looks like dirty laundry all over spring green grass” Grammy rolled her eyes & shook her head. “I want to yell at people to hurry up & get your yard man over to clean that up….everyone has a yard man, Grammy” Grammy laughed & shook her head. “but the thing is the trees shed their leaves for over a month, they are like a spiteful princess, I mean they flower to catch your eye, then the blossoms turn dirty white to make us frown, then just as the tulips, daffodils & pansies are in their glory, the Magnolia gets becomes not green with envy, but brown with anger”. One spring day, my Grammy says, “You were right” “About what?”( I’m never right.) “the Magnolia, I do not like that tree, blossoms do look like dirty gym socks.” We laughed so hard that day. She passed away. For me, that Magnolia makes me remember. We agreed that the tree was being a jealous, spiteful, spoiled southern beauty Queen. When the blossoms are white then are dirty gym socks. I smile, I remember, then I cry, because I remember.

I was corrected the other day on the name of the river that ran around the city of Montgomery, it was the Alabama River. Should have guessed that. This part of the city was beautiful, right by the river.

But she has barely begun to cover her own. I know it will be worth the wait. She reads this blog every day, so if I plead enough publicly…

My guess would be a little boy in a sleeper, you know p.j. that zip up & cover your feet, so you can’t breathe, with a ball cap on carrying his prized possessions in his sleeping bag. Well?

We priced underground sprinklers again (our last house had them & all sorts of creatures would chew through…by where?) This guy is working for food & lodging. & he’s cute.

I’ve been collecting for years, found a lot at a garage sale. Was planning on a huge bulletin board for the art studio. I was.
Hobbes is angry with me for some reason. He came into the art room this morning, I was sitting at my computer & I heard “water” running, in the corner of my room. I was Hobbes, peeing into my basket. I am going try & clean them. Hobbes is our indoor/outdoor…usually. He is going to be outdoor cat for a while. Jerk.
Anyway these are my mom’s, I took the picture with my iPhone & considering it was black as pitch, this picture came out very well.