Flowers Down the Road

I haven't posted any flower photos lately, so here are a few I took this past week.

They are from the garden of Kathy Down The Road, my friend and neighbour (never thought I'd string those two words together) and the place where my daughter works. Kathy invited me to breakfast - eggs (the kind with the lovely orange yolky yolks) and potatoes and thick slices of white bread with cherry jam. Even KDTR's coffee is outstanding because her machine grinds the beans and makes the espresso all in one go.

After breakfast we finished our coffee out on the double-chair swing while my daughter weeded and watered plants, and KDTR and I traded stories and laughed and cried a little. Dave, her sweet gentle giant of a husband who is generous to a fault and as kind as they come, is still getting his strength back, so he napped. At least I hope he napped. We were laughing pretty long and loud out there.

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I could happily roll up into a ball and live in the soil, tucked under the leaves where these flowers grow. As long as KDTR invited me in for the occasional breakfast, I'd be just fine.

Life as a Book Editor

In the form of a cartoon. You can have a look Here. Thanks to Nathan Bransford for the link.

And if you've ever attended the Surrey International Writers' Conference and the "Surrey Idol" - where a panel of agents listen as Jack Whyte reads the first page (paragraph, sentence, word...) from a pile of unpublished manuscripts until enough agents raise their hands to indicate "STOP!" - you'll know it's not too far off the mark.

Bon week-end à tous! I'm off to prime the pump.

(I know it sounds like a euphemism from the urban dictionary of slang but I'm being quite literal.)

And here are some random photos for Brenda. Because she asked. Go Nikon D200! And kudos to the 50mm lens. I'm in love with that puppy.

The Poppies Have Finally Arrived

Look at these beauties, bursting into life.
The petals are like crepe paper crushed in a handbag.The rain left its mark, and the petals fold inward, protecting their hearts.

And there are other flowers in the garden, if you can look past the blinding beauty of the poppies.
These peach coloured iris made me swoon.



Oh, look. Here's the one who does the actual work along with her mistress and commander, Kathy. I say commander, but in truth, The Boss makes homemade muffins, hard-boiled eggs and coffee for her garden minion before sending her out to tiptoe through the tulips. Sweet.
Saying hi, from the mosquito infested garden down the street.

(I thought I'd try a black background for a change. Thoughts?)

Ah, yes, the poppies have arrived

Does anyone else hear the Wicked Witch of the West's voice when they say, "poppies, poppppies" or is that just me?

First you get the tight little buds.

Then they start to open up just a leeeetle bit:

Then, whammo:

 

Oh, baby, how I love poppies:

 

But wait. Look what's coming up next week:

Some black and whites from the garden

So what do you think? Black and whites or colour? I go back and forth, but I like black and whites when there's a lot of texture in the photo. Ah, it's fun to play around.