04 May 2013

03 May 2013

Brush The Descending Blue, Missoula, Montana

“The glassy pear tree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness;….”

From “Spring” by Gerard Manley Hopkins

(Love that guy!)

02 May 2013

Lilac Snow Cone, Missoula, Montana

File this photo under “Things You Don’t Expect To See Out Your Bedroom Window After You’ve Packed Away Your Sweaters.“ 
After eating my lunch in my shirtsleeves on my personal balcony (read: the industrial stairway from our break room down to the equipment yard), I could almost go for a snowcone. Hard to imagine Missoula woke to snow yesterday morning.
While a spring snow flurry is fascinating and beautiful, it also brings the possible danger of freezing new plant shoots. Fruit trees are particularly vulnerable, as below zero temps at just the wrong time will kill off the buds that would have become a food crop.

01 May 2013

Mow or Snow?, Missoula, Montana

We looked outside during band practise last night to see fluffy and flurrious snow wafting across the glorious view of the Missoula valley.  And just when I was planning when to next mow the lawn at the little house in Hamilton....  But it is supposed to be 70 degrees tomorrow, so no reprieve of yard work for me.

30 April 2013

Sparkle Rock, Missoula, Montana

Hmmm.... Sparkle Rock could be the name of a zesty girl band. And they could say they were inspired by this week's zesty graphics on the river trail graffiti mural.
Which lends justification to all manner of wardrobe, makeup, and hair accessory fun! Not to mention instrument decor.
The "Rose Is Rose" mom alter ego could totally head up this project! 
Any other imaginary nominees?

29 April 2013

Daffodil Trio, Missoula, Montana

This vibrant daffodil trio looks to be in formation to trumpet out peppy horn concerto. (Definitely more rousing than the soothing Ricola anthem.)

28 April 2013

Sandy Spot, Victor, Montana

I'm not sure how deep this creek is, but that little sandy spot looks so inviting - a perfect spot to while away the afternoon on a checkered picnic blanket with a good book.
Of course, since there are fences between me & the miniature beach, tromping over there would probably constitute trespassing.
Or fences could mean there is a huge bull living in the pasture.
Hmmm....either scenario could end badly.
So I'll just be content with a lawn chair in the back yard, reading my next book - which happens to be set on the South African ocean shore!