The rosemary is blooming in our backyard and up close it could double as a holiday evergreen. For now, we’ll use it in cooking, including drying it and mixing it in with olive oil.
Our dog, Molly is teaching our foster puppy, George, respect for his elders. Translated, when George’s play becomes too animated, Molly will growl and the puppy stops. One of their first interactions was the rope tug…a stalemate until Molly decided enough was enough.
Our backyard camellia, now in bloom, shed some heart-shaped petals overnight. The dogs didn’t appear to notice, or care.
Relatives and friends celebrated my granddaughter Cora’s second birthday yesterday. She took all the attention in stride as shown above. Congrats to her parents!
Sometimes random positioning results in a memorable image. Eliminate the hydrant or the chair and the mundane will return, at least that’s my unsolicited opinion.
A year ago in Sacramento I came across a ginkgo on 8th Avenue that was in full autumn bloom while most other trees were bare branched. I happened to walk by this same tree yesterday and the display of its yellow leaves was spectacular. I’m sure there are other trees holding on to their colorful foliage , but, for my purposes, I’ll say this ginkgo was the fullest, most colorful tree in Sacramento on December 6.
It’s 3 p.m. in San Francisco. If you’re driving a car, you’re most likely caught in traffic. Not moving. The rush to get out to the city via the Bay Bridge is a crawl during the work week. As fate would have it , I’m on Bryant and Sixth, the worst way to access the bridge. It will take 30 minutes to drive two blocks. I pull out my camera and capture city sights never seen on postcards.