Colors and textures and shapes and stuff
“Just about everything in this world is easier said than done, with the exception of ‘systematically assisting Sisyphus’s stealthy, cyst-susceptible sister,’ which is easier done than said.”
–Lemony Snicket
This quote has nothing to do with anything. At all.
October is just a rather fantastic Lemony Snicket kind of month.
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One of these days I will remember to slap a pedometer on before I head to Lagoon. Before. I know that there is a lot of walking going on–and I’m not talking about the standing-in-line-shuffle-forward-rest-shuffle-forward-rest kind of walking. I’m talking the real and true walking.
Have I mentioned that I love Lagoon?
I took this pic whilst standing in line at The Turn of the Century.
[For your information, the best seats on that particular ride are the very outside swings.]
For reasons that I can’t quite put my finger on (that’s an idiom remarkably suited to Halloween) I love this picture.
Being the NOT photographer that I am, I’m certain that it was luck. It has something to do with the colors and textures and shapes and stuff.
[Aaand that’s as technical as it gets, my friends: colors and textures and shapes and stuff.]
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A friendly reminder: It’s Sunday, October 21st.
Sunday.
Which means at least one extraordinary thing around here: flowers.
A flower by any other name can be a blossom. Or a bloom. And still could be a rose.
Someone asked me the other day if I put The Peanut Butter Bunch flower bunches in the peanut butter jars. Indeed not. The Peanut Butter Bunch flower bunches appear on the porch already particularly and properly placed in the peanut butter jars. I have several peanut butter jars in the garage. And two on the counter, including this one.
Which is positively creamy dreamy.
~smile~
And now another Lemony Snicket quote:
“A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called “The Road Less Traveled”, describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn’t hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead.”
Clever.
Clever and delightful.
Happy October 21st.
what do you think?