And the Green Grass Grows

Today in the big city near the coast, we worry not about yard and lawn work, opting instead to rent a living space with all that maintenance provided.  In the summer heat, I'm sure we will be grateful for those workers mowing and trimming and planting pretties.  Today I mourn the lost chance to be making things bloom myself.  I'm thinking of starting a little herb garden out on the tiny patio.  When the urge to cook hits, those will come in handy.  I may have to find some citrus mulch though to discourage critters from taking advantage of soft rich soil.  That will probably be the extent of possible horticulture events for me.

This morning, our neighbor texted two photos from the back side of the playhouse.  The grass has come in beautifully and created a verdant carpet behind the rocks. Oh yes, we do have green grass growing...I'm counting on my friends to watch it!

Coffee City

Today I enjoyed my morning coffee at Dancing Girl's house.  It's always a special pleasure to sip the brew in one of her collection of oversized Starbucks mugs.  The city named along with it's skyline view has evolved on these lovely cups through several variations. The simple originals are my favorites. My mood was set when I selected this view!.

San Diego Sunshine was the start for my day!

Music for some ears, Noise to others!

Our oldest grand daughter has been driving for some time now.  Her little hand-me-down SUV was outfitted with new tires, brakes and cleared for safety long before she began the process of learning to drive it.  Equipped with the original radio in it's non-working state, the vehicle has provided a silent ride to date.  She hasn't complained, but did check into the cost of repairing the accessory. She opted to purchase gasoline instead, a lot of gasoline.  Balancing the cost to repair the am/fm radio with cd player vs an after market installation of one with bluetooth capabilities as well as compatibility with her music player and phone, it required little thought.

Ol' Abner had searched for a couple of weeks, finding acceptable radios in places where the installation kit and other tools to make it fit and play properly seemed elusive.  It was our mission today to find the entire set of equipment.  Grand daughter's birthday is later this week and we were out of time.  He is distraught because he will be unable to go install it himself, but found a workable alternative with a little help from son-in-law.  

The package is on it's way and she should be able to enjoy her tunes as she rides, and talk on her phone hands-free.  It was Son's birthday today, and no package is headed it's way to him.  We did have a nice phone conversation with him, but I regret that not even a card was mailed. We'll have to make that one up to him!

One Fine Dog!

She posed just for us!

Our dog is difficult when it comes to photos.  When I hold up a camera or a phone, she either turns away or lays back her ears making her face look strange.  She is staying at Son and Daughter-In-Law's home for now and we are missing her terribly.  Yesterday, Son sat down in his chair and asked her if she wanted to let Dad and Mom see her.  She actually posed for him, and this was the result.

Remembering the Beauty!

 It seems like it was years ago when I visited the mountains of Costa Rica!  Though it has been just over a month, the memories of the beautiful sights and special people are still so fresh.  I loved the lush landscapes and singing birds.  The flowers were abundant and colorful.  I will hold these views in my minds forever.

Backyard Adventures

It was quite a show yesterday.  The wasp nest in the fence intimidated the humans in J-Cuz's backyard.  Since she is highly allergic to stings from such varmints, she brought out the long range spray can.  Ol' Abner probably fears wasps more than any other natural hazard, and I don't know if J-Don has a fear of anything.  I opted to watch from behind the breakfast room window where I could properly comfort two furry creatures through the spectacle.

There's a wasp nest on the fence post!

J-Don thinks these two might be
dangerous with that volatile stuff!

OK! Looks like they all died
a quick and decisive death!

When the fierce flying threat had been obliterated, the pups and I strolled outside to declare the backyard safe for play again.  Job well done folks!

A Soldier's Story

This morning I read a touching memoir from Dancing Girl's father, written by her son.  She tells me her father never wanted to talk about his experiences in World War II.  Family members had mentioned that he lied about his age in order to join the army after the Pearl Harbor attack.  She knew he was a member of the "Fighting 69th" only because her parents had attended some of the reunions a few years ago.  He finally talked to his oldest grandson a few months ago when they both visited my friend's home in Lago Vista.  

He talked of riding on a train in the cold German winter, the train stopping, and his realization that the engine was no longer attached to the "sitting duck" rail cars.  He referred to himself as a cold, eighteen year old kid, and I have to wonder if that was a conscious oversight.  Born in 1926, he would not have been eighteen until the war was almost over. He described  these events as some of the first experiences of his military life. 

Today, at sixteen, a youth would not be allowed to join active duty military...and few would want to take that action!