Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 396 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before Sunday evening UK time. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here. Thank you for taking part.”

Link to Keith’s post

https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2023/03/06/kreative-kue-396/

The photo

Customer Care by John W. Howell © 2023

“Good morning. My name is Phonics Philla. Who am I talking to?”

“Uh, my name is John.”

“How may I help you, John?”

“I uh received a package that was damaged.”

“I most certainly can help you with that, John. Do you have an order number?”

“I do. It’s 6747726432963528597312H.”

“Could you repeat that, John? My computer is loading a little slowly today.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“674.”

“Uh-huh. You can give me the rest.”

“7-7-264-329-635-285-973-12H”

“Ah, yes. I see you ordered a greenhouse. You say it was damaged?”

“Yes, the guy just shoved it off the back of the truck.”

“Can you describe the damage?”

“Broken frame and glass.”

“What frame and glass?”

“As far as I can tell, all of them.”

“Hmm. According to the record, you signed for the delivery.”

“Yes, that was before I opened the box.”

“Can you send me a photo of the damage?”

“Can’t you just send me a new one?”

“We have to be sure of the damage, sir.”

“You can’t take my word?”

“Oh, that’s rich, sir. I take your word and send you a new one and then let’s say the old one is still good. So now you have two greenhouses.”

“What on earth would I do with two greenhouses?”

“That’s not for me to say, sir. Can you send a photo?”

“How do you want it?”

“Attach it to an email. Once I get it, I can process your replacement. Oh, wait. That item is out of stock.”

“When will it be back in stock?”

“Hmm. Looks like a twelve-week lead time.”

“I won’t need it in twelve weeks. It will be summer by then. Can I get a refund?”

“I’m sorry, but you bought that item on a close-out special. Unfortunately, there are no refunds.”

“No one told me there were no refunds.”

“You signed the order.”

“I don’t see where it said ‘no refunds.'”

“It’s right on the back. I think you failed to read the terms and conditions.”

“So what can we do?”

“I think you’ll have to wait until the item comes in stock.”

“Do you have a supervisor?”

“I do. Would you like to speak to her?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Please wait while I transfer your call. I’m going to place you on a brief hold.”

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. Is this the supervisor?”

“No, this is a customer. I want to report a greenhouse damaged in shipment.”

“Wait a minute. I’m on hold with the same problem.”

“Can you issue me a refund?”

“I said I have the same problem.”

“Let me speak to your supervisor.”

 

 

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Leave in Your Car

Photo by Karim MANJRA on Unsplash

 

This post originally ran on February 22, 2016. I think the advice remains the same today. I hope you enjoy it.

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The inspiration for this list came on a trip to Austin, Texas two weeks ago. Of course, I didn’t do any of these things, but they came to me while unloading the car. Also, I didn’t try to include kids and pets since there is nothing funny about a possible tragedy. I hope you enjoy it.

Top Ten Things Not to Leave in Your Car

10 Do not leave a leftover Big Mac in your car. If you do, at best, you will need to ride with the windows down for a week. At worst, you will have to call Terminix to get rid of your new insect passengers. (Bad deal since it was only there for a week, after all)

9 Do not leave your phone in your car. If you do, at best, the sun will give you a new look to your case. At worst, you will wish you had bought the insurance when you get your blob’s replacement price. (No one told you those things were so delicate, did they?)

8 Do not leave your laundry in your car. If you do, at best, those wrinkles will be permanent. At worst, those plastic bags will become part of your fabric. (You got a lot of compliments on the new look, right?)

7 Do not leave your loaded gun in your car. (Texas, after all) If you do, at best, the temperature will remain below the flash point. At worst, your gun will go off and put a hole in the side of your car and the three others parked in a line parallel to yours. (It was only going to be a quick run into the store, right? That SWAT team looks pretty serious.)

6 Do not leave the twelve red roses in your car. If you do, at best, the recipient will not notice a slight wilt. At worst, you will present someone with twelve stems and try to explain how $70.00 worth of blooms are on the floor of your car. ( Man, the sun gets hot, doesn’t it?)

5 Do not leave the first-grade birthday cupcakes in your car. If you do, at best, you can tell the kids they are still warm from the oven. At worst, you will be trying to sell a new treat called cupcake crumble to gullible youth. (I’ll bet they don’t believe you. What do you think?)

4 Do not leave your keys in your car. If you do, at best, the keyman will only charge $75.00 to open the door. At worst, the local car thieves will be able to open your door for free, but you will never see the car again. (Sure, it was inadvertent but still.)

3 Do not leave your suitcase in the car where it can be seen. If you do, at best, no one will notice it on the backseat. At worst, whoever took out your back window figured you had thirty pounds of gold bars in that case. (Go figure. The window will only be $400.00)

2 Do not leave your half-full coffee cup in the holder. If you do, at best, when you return, the coffee will be stale. At worst, you will take a sip, and your lip will immediately blister from the 180-degree heat. (The melted handle should have been your clue.)

1 Do not leave your valuable vintage CD collection in your car. If you do, at best, they may sound a little warped when you play them next. At worst, you will be the proud owner of the largest stack of fused CDs (You can spend months trying to pry them apart or just call it an avant guarde sculpture.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Women in Art

The Lakeway Arts District presents “Women in Art” a very special art exhibition celebrating Women’s History Month from March 1-31st at the Lake Travis Community Library. We are going to attend the artist’s reception. We are catered by Birdies of Austin. Our entertainment is Eric Clapton.

Menu March 5

Snacks

Marinated Castelvetrano olives  – Roasted sweet potatoes with black garlic aioli and almonds –  Deviled eggs with Calabrian chili and bottarga – Gorgonzola Dolce or Morbier with baguette

Small plates

A simple green salad with citrus, fennel, and a champagne vinaigrette – Butternut squash soup with brown butter and pumpkin seeds – Beef tartare with pecans, sonora, rosemary, and carta di musical – Linguine with crème fraîche, arugula, and lemon

Larger plates

Snapper with lemon potatoes and caper butter sauce –  Chicken cacciatore with mushrooms, guanciale, and polenta

Dessert

Heilala vanilla soft serve with blood orange Agrumato –  A warm Sicilian-inspired chocolate chip cookie

Picture of an old time school bus

Let’s get on the bus and go.

There’s the library.

The signpost is up ahead for the exhibit.

Cards for the Lakewat Arts District. Please take one.

Any artist’s reception has to have wine and munchies.

Two works by Artist Sara Schumacher.

Sara Schumacher, on the left, discusses her other works with an admirer.

 

Art lovers discussing their passion.

Examples of the art pieces.

An Asian flavor.

More examples.

 

The cards we saw on the way in have been creatively displayed by a young artist at leisure.

That is our tour, so now relax and enjoy the food and music.

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Wild Animal

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCSThe coffee is delivered hot and quick, which is a complete surprise on this sunny Saturday. The first sip usually acts as a mind-awaken potion and serves to remind me of whatever horror is left over from last week. Remembering a visit from Bugs Bunny cannot be classed as something of concern, so the coffee comes with a feeling of peace and contentment.

The tone on my phone alerts me of a visitor at the front door. (What’s with the rhyming? If this weren’t a stream-of-consciousness thing, that sentence would qualify for a rewrite.) No matter. A quick look at the phone confirms Bugs Bunny is on the front porch. My skeptical body almost refuses to go through the process of turning off the security system, but curiosity gets the better of me.

With the shutdown procedure complete, I throw open the front door. Bugs has a big smile on his face, and a large tour bus is sitting in the driveway. “What’s up, Bugs?”

“Good one, Doc. I brought some friends to meet you.” With that, Bugs gives a wave to the bus, and out of the front door pours every kind of cartoon animal known to Warner Brothers aficionados. Some animals look like Tweety Bird, Pepe Le Peu, Speedy Gonzales, Cecil Turtle, Porky, and Petunia Pig, Daffy Duck, Tasmanian Devil, Beaky Buzzard, Yosemite Sam, Foghorn Leghorn, Sylvester, Henery Hawk, Claude Cat, Arnold the Pit Bull, Hector the Bulldog, Baba Looey, Charles the Dog, Lola Bunny, Toro the Bull and of course, The Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote.

Bugs hands me a card which is an invitation to a circus performance that the characters tend to put on. The concerning part is they intend to use my backyard. Bugs also hands me a letter from Linda Hill. It says, Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wild animal.” Choose a wild animal (or many wild animals) and use it any way you’d like in your post. Enjoy! 

If you want to join in, visit Linda’s blog and learn how easy it is. Here’s the link.

“Now You’ve done it.”
“What?”
“Opened a can of worms.”
“What do you mean?”
“How are you going to put on a circus?
“I have a week to figure that out. I didn’t know Bugs was going to show up with all those animals.”
“That’s another thing. The prompt is for ‘wild animal.’ Not animal characters.”
“Tomato, tomahto. These are animals, and they can be wild.”
“I think the judges are going to call that one.”
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”
“Speaking of wild things, I see you have a new shipment of VooDoo Ranger Imperial.”

“How do you know that?”

“Easy. I watched you unload your car.”

“I didn’t see you.”

“I know. I was behind the tree.”

“Stalking me?”

“More rhyming, I see.”

“Let’s get a brew and stop this madness.”

“Right behind you.”

 

 

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF – FRI-Yay ?Good News

Today’s good news story comes from the Good News Network. Here it is in its entirety.

photo – Sporlab

A Marathon was Blocking the Delivery Route for Organ Donation, So a Surgeon Ran Through the Race to Get it.

In a story that only those who live in the colonial cities of America’s east will understand, a surgeon ran about a mile to and from a hospital to pick up a liver for his patient after a courier’s route was blocked not only by Philadelphia’s strange grid system but thousands of marathon runners.

66-year-old Charles Rowe was waiting on an operating table with his surgeon Adam Bodzin. He was slated for a liver transplant that day to save his life from complications due to hepatitis C.

Time ticked by until Rowe was surprised to hear that Bodzin was going out the door to get the liver himself.

Meanwhile, an out-of-town van driver for Philly-based Gift of Life Donor Program was having trouble negotiating the one-way streets, half-blocks, and diagonals of Philadelphia’s city center, when it became clear that his route to Thomas Jefferson University Hospital would be blocked by the Dietz & Watson Philadelphia Half Marathon at two separate points.

Event organizers and police have access points for emergencies going towards the hospital, but the courier couldn’t find them even after consulting police.

Clad in sneakers and teal scrubs, Bodzin weaved his way at a full run from the hospital entrance near 11th and Chestnut Streets, through the stream of runners on Lombard Street, then another block to South Street.

Reaching the driver and taking the sealed container with the liver on ice, he zigzagged back the same way, earning what must have been more than a few curious stares, before hitching a ride with the police back to the hospital on the other side of the marathon route.

Thanks to Bodzin’s quick thinking, they managed to transplant the liver successfully, an hour after the time when a liver begins to deteriorate. Rowe made a full recovery and left the hospital 6 days later.

Rowe called Bodzin a “hero,” Tom Avril reported for the Philadelphia Inquirer, though Bodzin chose to describe himself as “more of a biker.”

The good news here is a person took matters into his own hands to prevent a disaster. Today’s JohnKu talks about quick action. I hope you have a super weekend.

Hero by John W. Howell © 2023

Action without thought,

Marks the trait of that someone. . .

We call a hero.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Lucy is Concerned About Twiggy’s Teeth Cleaning

“So, how did the procedure go, Little One?”

“I’m never speaking to mom again.”

“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.”

“How do you know? You weren’t there.”

“I’ve had my teeth cleaned many times, so I do know.”

“Yeah, but my procedure was the worst.”

“Open your mouth and let me see.”

“There is no way I’m letting you look in my mouth.”

“Okay then, if you won’t let me look, let’s play tag. You’re it.”

“Why am I always it. You should be it sometime.”

“Well, catch me and I will be it.”

“No fair. Your legs are longer. You can move faster.”

“You don’t see me moving at all right now.”

“That could be true, but I think I hear some kibble falling into a bowl.”

“You can forget kibble for a while. You get soft food so you won’t hurt your teeth.”

“Soft food? What kind of soft food?”

“Well, mom takes your kibble and then soaks it in water.”

“Now that sounds horrific.”

“It’s not so bad, and it will feel good on your teeth.”

“I think a nice thick steak would feel better.”

“Of course, I have to wonder, when was the last time you had a steak?”

“Never underestimate the power of positive thinking.”

Guest Post – Gwen Plano – #newbook – Redemption – A Father’s Fatal Decision

Today I am happy to host Gwen Plano, who has a new release to discuss. The post is all yours, Gwen.

Thank you, John, for inviting me to your site today. It would be fun to hop on the Lakeway bus and get a tour of your beautiful area. Maybe someday! Though not as exciting as a Texas whirl around your community, I’ll share a bit about my new release.

Redemption, A Father’s Fatal Decision takes place in the Southeast corner of New York state, in the towns of New Rochelle and Cortlandt. The characters journey to Old Lyme, Connecticut, on occasion, but for the most part, the drama is in New York. Having spent about twenty years in and around that area, it was exciting to visit as a writer.

The book tackles themes of forgiveness, redemption, and absolution through a psychological thriller. We accompany the son and daughter of the deceased as they try to uncover the reason for their father’s murder. What they discover prompts them to ask if they even knew their father.

Sometimes complicated situations help us see our own challenges in a different light. That is my hope for this book. Most of us won’t experience threats like those of my characters, but pain is pain, just as joy is joy. One may be more obvious than the other—but not less impactful.

In the excerpt below, the protagonists, Lisa and Trace Holmes, discover that their father had another life. Accompanied by their friend, Ryan, they stumble upon a war room.

 

BLURB

Family secrets can be deadly. When Lisa Holmes visits her parents one fateful Saturday morning, she hugs her father and walks to her childhood bedroom. The doorbell rings. Her father opens the door, and one minute later, he lies dead on the floor—three bullets to the chest.

The Holmes family lives on a quiet street, but no one really knows Eric Holmes. He travels for business and comes home a few days each month. Unbeknown to all, Eric has multiple lives.

In this fast-paced psychological thriller, Lisa and her brother, Trace, embark on a quest to solve the mystery involving the murder of their father. The journey takes them into a secret world where nothing is as it seems. As the puzzle pieces begin to coalesce, they discover the meaning of Redemption. 

EXCERPT:

Lisa shouts from the back seat, “I see it. There, on the left side. The log cabin.”

Hardly detectable from the road, the lone hovel has knee-high weeds and untrimmed bushes. Barbed-wire fencing stretches around the property, and tree limbs hang at the entrance threateningly.

“I’ll pull in. Eh, on second thought, I’ll back up close to the shack in case we need to race out of here. This looks a little too much like a late-night thriller.”

Trace exits the jeep first and says to Lisa, “Over there on the right, is that the rock you saw?”

“I doubt it. I remember it being big.”

“Yeah, and you were a tiny kid. It won’t hurt to check it out. Come over and help me.” Trace pushes the rock upward while Lisa searches underneath.

“I see a little metal pillbox. That must be it.” She nabs it just before Trace lets the rock fall.

“I can’t get the lid off.”

Trace takes the box from her and jerks the lid open. Inside lies a strip of numbers. “This must be the combination number for a safe. Why else would he hide it?” He puts the paper strip into his pocket.

Ryan swats a mosquito on his arm and shoos a couple of annoying flies. “We’re definitely in the woods.”

Lisa approaches the front door and struggles to open the lock. “This can’t be the key.”

“Let me try.” Trace takes the key, forces it in, and applies pressure to get the lock to turn. With multiple shoves, the door swings open.

A musty, unused-for-a-long-time stench hits them. Lisa stands at the doorway, taking it all in and trying to order her memories. Impatient, Trace and Ryan rush past her.

Lisa mutters, “What the heck, guys?”

“No time for daydreaming, Lisa,” Trace snaps.

Reclaimed wood paneling stretches throughout the cabin. Maps of Europe, Russia, the Middle East, Southeast Asia, and the United States cover most of the paneling. In the center of the room, looking at the maps and the boxes on the floor, Trace says, “This is a war room. Dad must have plotted his trips here.”

CONTACT INFORMATION:

BookBub: bit.ly/3Y26EI5

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/3XIe6Yu

Story Empire: https://storyempire.com/gwen-m-plano

Twitter: https://twitter.com/gmplano

Blog: www.gwenplano.com/blog-reflections

 

PURCHASE LINKS:

Amazon Author Page: https://amzn.to/3RebK0W

Amazon Purchase Page: https://amzn.to/3XKiLJn

Barnes and Noble: bit.ly/3JGgdbl

 

 

 

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #395 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before Sunday evening UK time. If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here. Thank you for taking part.”

The link to Keith’s post.

https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2023/02/27/kreative-kue-395/

The photo.

The Cabin by John W. Howell © 2023

“The realtor said she would meet us here.”

“Right away, I can say this is out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Does that bother you?”

“Hello. How many horror movies take place out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Come on. It’s not that remote.”

“Why did we have to walk half a mile from the road then?”

“Yeah, that was a pain. I could see us trying to carry groceries all that way.”

“I’m worried about how safe it is here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Woods have animals and creepy people who make booze and meth.”

“Not all woods do.”

“I’m just saying. How about when the sun goes down? I don’t see any lights at all.”

“I’ll bet it is pretty dark. Does the description mention electricity?”

“Yeah, it says electric, heat, and A/C.”

“So we can put up some lights.”

“At least there is no grass to mow.”

“Why would you care about that. Grass mowing is my job.”

“I know, but reminding to mow is mine.”

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“We both want to have a vacation place, but I think this one is a little too rough for us.”

“Hi, folks.”

“Wow, you startled us.”

“Sorry about that. What do you think of the place?”

“We were just saying that it might be too remote.”

“Yeah, we noticed no lights, and the road is so far away.”

“But the price is right. You’ll never find a three bed two bath place at this price.”

“I don’t know. The price on the listing seems a little high.”

“There’s been a reduction. The seller is anxious to close.”

“Why so anxious?”

“He needs the money for his defense.”

“Defense? What kind of trouble is he in?”

“I shouldn’t tell tales, but he was caught making meth.”

“Meth? Please don’t tell me he was making it here.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.”

“What did I just say about people in the woods?”

“Now, dear. Let’s not bother our agent with our thoughts. How much is it now?”

“Half price.”

“That still seems high for a former meth lab.”

“It’s not former. Everything’s still there.”

“But he got caught.”

“Yeah, at his other place. This one is off the books.”

“Is this ethical or legal?”

“Ah, the preacher shows up. Do you want it or not?

“We’ll pass.”

“That is a shame. Two nice kids like you. Now that you know about this place, I will be forced to eliminate you.”

“I knew your name sounded a little weird.”

“How so. I think Soprano is a normal-sounding name. Now close your eyes. I don’t want to scare you with my big pistol.”

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Dan Antion has a wonderful review of The Last Drive, along with a terrific review of Patrica Furstenberg’s latest book of poetry. Here is a link.

 

 

 

Top Ten Things Not to Talk About When Others Can Hear

Photo by Papaioannou Kostas on Unsplash

 

This list was first published on February 16th, 2016. I still this it is good advice today.

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This list is inspired by a weekend out-of-town and overhearing some of the darnedest things said by others.

Top Ten Things Not to Talk About When Others Can Hear

10. When others can hear you, do not ask your partner if they brought the money. If you do, at best, we all know you’re okay to spend. At worst, the mugger behind you will love the confirmation you should be ripped off. (Could have whispered that one, right?)

9 When others can hear you, do not ask a server if the food is good. If you do, at best, they’ll walk away to get water, and you have no more information than when you arrived. At worst, they will lie and say it is all good, and you now have a choice to order or leave. (Gotta wonder why you came here in the first place)

8 When others can hear you, do not negatively comment on the neighborhood decline. If you do, at best, everyone will ignore you. At worst, you will have offended Little Bubba, who just happens to be the new POA president and local gang lord. (I guess that answers the question about your missing tires when you return to your car, which is now on cement blocks)

7 When others can hear you, do not ask the butcher if he has any better cuts of meat. If you do, at best, he will say that all his cuts are on display. At worst, he will be offended at the implication of poor quality and explain to everyone in line you are obviously not a judge of good meat. (Better than being chased around the store by a half-crazed man with a butcher knife)

6 When others can hear you, do not discuss your plans for the evening. If you do, at best, you’ll sound like an idiot. At worst, the local cat burglar who followed you here will make a note of the hours of your absence from your house. (The rooms do look bigger now that you have no furniture.)

5 When others can hear you, do not complain about your neighbors. If you do, at best, those that hear have no idea who you or your neighbors are. At Worst, those that hear are relatives of your neighbors and are now approaching you with malice in their eyes. (As a side note, they are all members of the Dingle Brothers kickboxing team.)

4 When others can hear you, do not answer “how are you doing?” with anything but “fine.” If you do, at best, your story will sound a notch south of pathetic. At worst, you will come home to a ringing phone, and it will be your mother calling to find out the problem. (If it was that bad, you should have told her. Right?)

3 When others can hear, do not try to impress them with your knowledge of anything. If you do, at best, you will sound pompous. At worst, the person hearing you will be an expert in the area on which you are pontificating and be quick to point out how wrong you are. (Man, who was to know that guy was an oenophile?)

2 When others can hear you, do not try to get a better price on a car. If you do, at best, the salesperson will try to direct you to an office. At worst, the salesperson will announce loudly that the car is below cost now and can’t take one more penny off. (Imagine that. The price is written in sharpie black)

1 When others can hear you, do not try to talk the police officer out of a ticket. If you do, at best, you have guaranteed the officer will write one up. At worst, you might be the cause of a call for backup and a charge of trying to bribe an officer. (Your “Ten Bucks” offer for the Policeman’s Ball ticket was a little out of line.)

Views of the Neighborhood – Search for Spring

Today we are going to try and find evidence of spring. It has been a challenging winter, and a lift of the spirits is in order. We are catered by Odd Duck of Austin. Our entertainment is Willie Nelson.

menu

starters

Gulf seafood ceviche, carrot leche de tigre, strawberry, radish, potato chips

Grilled kale salad, fennel, citrus, sunchoke dukkah, shiitake ranch

Charred broccoli, chèvre, mole spice, apple gastrique, sesame

Cast iron cheddar cornbread, green garlic butter

Mushroom tamal, kohlrabi cheese, field greens, cilantro

Smoked oyster chowder, turnip, pork belly, brassica greens, pork rinds

Main

Capellini pasta, sunchoke cacio e pepe, TX cheddar, carrot salsa macha

Blackened redfish, sourdough sauce, wilted romaine, pecan, lemon

Grilled quail, XO fried rice, braised greens, beet BBQ, fried chicken skin

Dry-aged wagyu burger, blue beer cheese, tostada, pork birria jam, cabbage slaw

Aged pork loin, tzatziki, caramelized fennel, beets, pepitas

Chile beer glazed short rib, radish kimchi, sweet potato, peanut

Dessert

Lime mousse, strawberry sorbet, puffed rice, butter mochi

Orange flan, amaro candied fennel, almond tuile, citrus, orange blossom water, fennel pollen

Sunchoke blondie, caramelized white chocolate, sherry vinegar caramel, cocoa nib ice cream

Picture of an old time school bus

Let’s go.

Our first sign of spring is a blooming mountain laurel

To double-check to make sure the first mountain laurel isn’t a fluke, here’s another.

The oldest redbud in the neighborhood.

Another redbud showing off.

A close-up of mountain laurel blossoms. They smell like grape Kool-Aid

 

A cross vine bloom and those waiting to pop.

Another large redbud.

A very happy fig. Of course, The Producer puts it inside when the temps are projected to be below freezing. Those days are supposed to be behind us. (knock wood)

The bougainvillea loves the warmer temperatures.

A lone rose left after the seasonal trim.

The greenbelt has blooms.

Another greenbelt bloom making a break for it.

I hope you enjoyed the tour.  It is now time to relax and have some food and listen to music.