Every Bloomin’ Thing

 

 

“Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.”  ~Edward Payson Rod

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I’m beginning to think the bird doesn’t like us.  He is just not digging us.  I am hoping that we’re still in that “building trust” stage and he’ll work through his trust issues.

Nothing else really exciting going on.  Not for me anyway.  Same ole’ same ole’, as I like to say.  Uneventful is good, but it’s not good blog fodder.  Ha.

 

Last weekend was gorgeeeeeous!  Things are starting to bloom around here (sorry for my snowbound blog buddies ).  We went to a local park (named appropriately Azalea Park) and the azaleas and camellias are blooming.  Daffodils and crocuses are springing up.

 

The grass was greeeeen!  How come my lawn doesn’t look this green?  I guess it’s my tax dollars at work there at the park.  It really was a nice day. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The kids saw some tadpoles in the pond and some of those giant goldfish…I guess they’re koi?  There are also a variety of bronze sculptures at this park too…very cool.  The sculpture behind the kids is of a hopping frog.  He’s cute.  ———>

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is another sculpture of kids walking in a line

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and my kids decided they needed to pose–individually– with all of the “kids”…there are 5 “kids” and 1 “dog”, which means 12 pictures, and you can thank me for sparing you all of them!  Ha ha.  But here are a couple just for fun.  Another fun uneventful weekend enjoying the weather with the fam.  You’ll hear no complaints from me.

      

 

  

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6 responses to “Every Bloomin’ Thing

  1. Wahzat

    I love the pics, especially loving the last two. Your son is such a ham!
    Hope the week continues to be great!

  2. Jim

    Great pictures.  Looks like everyone had a good time at the park.

  3. Nooner™

     
    Joell,
     
    I\’m forever amazed at the differences is our great country. Seeing the trees in your pics turn green made me marvel how Spring and all seasons hit each other at different times. Spring\’s growth hasn\’t appeared here yet, though I did marvel about some birds moving into a tree house I have atop an ol\’ basketball pole. A few years back it was time to take down the basketball hoop we installed when my stepson was a youngster. The pole was the old metal kind that one would cement into the ground. When it came time to dismantle it, I got the idea of leaving the pole in place, painting it Forest Green to blend more with the environment, and placing a large bird house on top. We love it and each year look forward to new seasonal neighbors. Hey, here\’s hoping Lubie gets more comfortable as the weeks pass.
     
    ~Nooner~
     

  4. Cindy

    Your kids are so adorable!  Okay … got the nice out … now I must say … YOU SUCK!  I want flowers!  WAH!
     

  5. Lena

     
    Hey Joell.  Great pictures, as always.
     
    We\’ve been enjoying great weather here too for the past couple of days.  It hit 73 today.  Go me.  I ducked outta work early to enjoy it.  I think my crocus\’ and lillies are confused.  It\’s only March 4.  They\’re gonna be dead by April :S
     
    Why do I foresee a blizzard in my future on March 18 as I\’m flying to our spring sales conference.  It happens every year.  UGH.
     
    I\’m ready for sun, sand, and tan lifeguards.  How \’bout you?
     
     

  6. Aimee

    yup…we are in for a huge ice/snow storm tonight…
    *~* :o) everyone smiles in the same language… :o) *~*

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