Sunrise
Spunk wired
Rio Grande making like a Low Rider and running low and slow.
Sunset
Half moon in the Tangle Heart Tree
Wired
Tag: Spunk
Social Disease
Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.
Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”
Breast Cancer Rose
Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”
Line of cats
Thunderstorm
Spunk View
Gwendolyn was not too sure about the above view.
Iceberg
“Talk to the tail, Gwendolyn!”
Sunset
Linda’s Lucky Day
The sky cleared up quickly yesterday afternoon, so I got to see the sliver moon after all.
While riding my bike this afternoon, I stopped and moved a Hognose snake off the road. I didn’t bother to photograph it. If I had, I would have been obliged to post photos of it, but since I had a very unpaparazzo moment and moved the snake without making it pose for photos, Linda and Herman lucked out.
One of our orchids bloomed. It is not common for us to have orchids rebloom.
Spunk napping in the shade of a trumpet vine
Gwendolyn: “I know you like Heavy Metal, Paparazzo! I like Heavy Cardboard. Death to all but Cardboard!”
Gwendolyn shadow jugging
Guess The Food
White lilies
Can you guess what’s in the iron skillet?
Box hugger Sasha keeping me from taking out the boxes I broke down.
Can you guess what’s on the plates?
Sasha: “If you wanted to see more clearly, you could have used the binoculars!”
Spider lily
Spunk: “Who are you calling a ‘Tart?’ Paparazzo Moroncy. Keep your cherries to yourself!”
I Can See Clearly Now…
Well? I thought I could!
We left the house at 6:00 am this morning. A surgeon removed both cataracts from my eyes. We got back home at 10:00 am.
Paparazzo: “Ah! That’s Better! Silver is crystal clear now.” Silver: “No, it isn’t! You’re making me look mean! Are you still blind, or what? Stupid Paparrazo!”
I had to make like ZZ Top and get a pair of cheap sunglasses. Laurie thinks Silver and I look alike.
I shared my coffee with Cthulhu while I was recovering.
I felt something weird, and there they were. The nurse forgot to take off the monitor pads.
Spunk looked handsome as he kept an eye on me while I recovered.
We Bought And Killed A Stairway To Heaven
A pot full of name tags from all our roses that have died over the years, mainly due to late hard frosts.
Spunk meditating on a landing from a stairway to Heaven.
Gwendolyn: “What are you talking about, stupid Paparazzo? I just climbed a stairway to Heaven to get here! 🤬!” Sasha: “And I just climbed a stairway to purgatory to get here. 🤪!”
I wonder how many other people have bought and killed a Stairway To Heaven? It’s a gripping, dripping question.
Gwendolyn: “I think I see a stairway to Heaven through the microwave glass!”
Silly Silver and Spunk: “No comment!”
Sasha meditating on a question about electrolytes and hydration needed to climb a stairway to Heaven.
Mostly Roses
Pearl Crescent
Smoking Hot
Spunk, above, the sun, below, seen through the smoke of a distant fire.
Post Father’s Day Post
Pre-sunset sunset
Father’s Day was low-key. Tristan picked up a Pickle Pizza from Village Pizza. It’s the pizza of the month. It was a “big dill” and very good, also. Laurie made cookies, and we had chocolate “moose.” Tristan gave me a beautiful Bromeliad.
Father’s Day food in the making.
My Father’s Day gift from Tristan. It’s beautiful.
Spunk watching the dog from the safety of the hammock.
Oriental Lily
Sunset
Tiger Lilies in “weighting.”
Zoomed in on sunset
