Got to work this morning and realized that, even though I plucked these pants from the clean laundry pile, they are covered in grease stains. Big ones – the size of loonies – all down the front of my pants. How could I not have noticed this while I was pulling them on this morning?
Really, wouldn’t YOU be honoured too if you got this personalized letter from the PREMIER OF ALBERTA inviting you to visit his province? Gosh, I just don’t know what to say! Ralph wants ME! I’m flabbergasted! Do you think he’d take me out for a night on the town with his beer drinking buddies? Just think – he could talk politics with Marcel and we could ask him why his neck is so red! Or maybe, instead of just sending me letters on pretty stationary, he could share some of his oil wealth.
B&S – thanks alot for whatever you signed us up for. Sure do appreciate the 2 for 1 coupon for…(drum roll please)… a museum! Makes it worth a trip to Alberta, just for that!
No to be outdone, here’s Maddie with her wheels
The beautiful, beloved bicycle
The shiny red car (especially shiny after the rain)
After my sister CCAP told the story of how my dad used to love dandelions and would bring my mom bouquets of dandelions and purple thistle flowers, Cuppa and Anvilcloud were inspired to photograph dandelions they saw on their bike treks. Linda also revealed, in her list of 100 things, that she’s fond of the dandelion (as long as they’re not in her garden). Their inspiration and revelations were contagious, and so, after the rain, I wandered outside with my camera and took a few photos of the abundant dandelions on our yard.
So, today, I encourage you all to celebrate the lowly dandelion with us. They’re overlooked and underappreciated, and yet, the people who have commented to the various posts show me that there are lots of closet dandelion-lovers among us. Come on everybody – be bold, and claim your love for the down-trodden and outcast among us – the dandelion! (I could wax poetic about how the dandelion represents those of us in life who feel less beautiful than the celebrated rose or orchid, but I’ll leave the analogies to your imagination.)