This rose lives amongst many, in the huge public rose garden on which my house is situated. The formal rose garden, in which this photo was taken, is just beginning to bloom.
I like this photo, because the rose looks like a sculpture.
After our early tour of the rose garden, The Child and I headed for the nearest coffee shop.
Sometimes I think I'm the only person on earth who actually orders coffee at these places. I mean just plain coffee- black, whatever they have on tap.
Artwork from the public French immersion school adorned the coffee shop walls. I especially liked the armadillo.
Notice the cow sculpture adorning the "deli."
The Child plays with his food. He's known widely for his pitiful eating habits. I was surprised that he allowed me to bring him to the "deli." Throughout his life I've kept a list (albeit a short one) of the foods he'll tolerate. It changes regularly but never features more than 10 items. Tossed salad with ranch dressing, seen above, is included on his current list.
Since I had the camera, I thought I'd offer a shot of the whirlingbetty mobile. Nothing's wrong with the car; I just applied too much wax yesterday and lacked enough time to finish trying to rub it off. I explained to The Child that it wasn't "half-assed"- it was "half-waxed."