Dreams, Moments, Travels
Someone probably put this flag up right after 9-11 and like the paint on the house, it just sits there slowly disintegrating. Strange how the red stripes stay in better shape than the white ones. I’ll bet I know why, this flag was most likely made in China, their engineers would be remiss if ‘red’ wasn’t enduring. Makes ya wonder if after China starts selling cars in America if you should think about buying the red one.
The signs of springtime are coming on strong. These lemon blossoms will soon open showing their white petals and unleashing a sweet and beautiful aroma. If we get some rain in the next month I’ll be featuring many photos of wildflowers that with enough precipitation will blanket the state of Arizona.
Friend Rinku Shah is seen here ‘threading’ Caroline’s eyebrows. This method of plucking eyebrows is the preferred way of ridding unwanted hairs from the eyebrows and is also used for removing any other facial hairs a woman might find popping out that she prefers wasn’t there. I’m thinking of having Rinku thread my nose hairs.
A friend and I stopped at his home near Fountain Hills, Arizona to pick something up and looked in on his new horse who didn’t want to participate in being ogled. Of course, I was told what kind of horse it is and what its name was, but do I remember any of that as I sit here late in the evening picking at my brain for those details? Heck no. But I do remember his little fat goat with 4-inch legs whose name is Goat, although again, the breed is not to be found in my head.
If it’s the end of February, it’s almost springtime here in Phoenix, Arizona. And if it’s spring, we will soon see the days slip into triple-digit temperatures as the 5-month desert summer takes over. We had rain a couple of days ago, nothing measurable though, so we are going into our 5th month without rain. Today at the Desert Botanical Garden irrigation ensures this corner of the desert see’s enough water that the blooms come on strong and the cactus remains plump – it was a fine day for a walk in the garden.
My great aunt Eleanor who recently turned 94 joined me today at the Heard Museum in downtown Phoenix, Arizona.
The Heard is dedicated to showcasing the art and history of the Native American peoples of the southwest. My aunt most enjoyed the woven baskets of the Tohono O’odham and the Katsina dolls of the Hopi.
After a short two-hour visit, this fragile old lady had enough.