Yesterday I wrote the following post:
Lying on my side on the sofa, afflicted by le migraneous headache. I was trying to write my book but all evening this headaches been creeping up on me, thwarting even my druggeos. I could probably k.o. it if I also had tylenol with codeine, but thogh we have 5 bottles at home I forgot to bring any or replenish my purse pill box.
I'm typing with 1 hand.
Kay, need to roll onto the worse side, which means back to the computer. Here are some pics of mommy's nabe.
The scene looked like this:
Such a sad sack. I ended up not posting cause I really did want to add some captions to these.
I'm now headache free and ready to begin.
This neighborhood was a little village made in 1943, to house Boeing workers. After the war it was also used for returning veterans. So it's all these little houses, built along the same plan, that people have added to or spruced up.
It's right next to the airport.
Some people have Secret Gardenesque yards. Very English.
Some go for a cutesy effect.
Tree house (on the left)
There are other ways to spruce up the yard besides a pink sofa, like...
a piggy mailbox
jumble sale chic
a haunted house (comes to life at Halloween)
While some are wide open...
others are hidden behind mysterious gates...
On some streets there are no driveways, so it always looks like there's a party going down...
Mostly one decorates with the always tasteful: Flowers & Flowering Trees
(Lilacs are juuust getting ready to bloom)
Okay maybe not always tasteful...
I finally got a good look up close as a monkey tail tree!
Some streets had tree canopies
While most trees are still getting their spring on...
others are bursting with life!
And that's how we roll. Here in Burkeville.