The museum, which always was a delight, has undergone a multi-million-dollar renovation. It is beautiful.
|One of three levels of reflecting pools with|
an amazing view
|Shore-to-shore lily pads on a pond|
|One of the new buildings with great|
The Picasso exhibit was great, as was another small exhibit that featured an artist I like very much who doesn't seem to be well-known: Lawrence Alma Tadem. We had a light lunch and then sat by the largest reflecting pool and admired the view, caught up on the latest adventures of The Parents and Auntie, discussed this and that, and generally had a great time. Driving back home (a very scenic drive over mountains), I realized that it was the most at-peace I had felt in weeks, maybe months. I love my sisters.
I seem to have a preponderance of purple going on in the flower beds. I will admit to being an extremely unfocused gardener. My planting 'scheme' consists of getting plants from friends and family and them plopping them into an empty (as in weed-less) spot, with no real care as to size or color. It's come back to bite me. I'm working on moving my daylilies out of the flower bed before they completely take it over - I'm going to replant them on the outside of the chicken fence. Chickens, it seems, find them delish.
|L-R Nettles, Japanese irises (from my mother), |
some other pretty purple flower and the dreaded
daylilies. Notice the grapevine invasion in
And then. There is the Godzilla Vine.
It's hard to believe that this behemoth started as one small, inoffensive-looking little hops vine. I am afraid that, if I fell asleep on the deck chair, I would wake up wrapped in its boa constrictor grasp...
I leave you with a picture of the Alabama Tater Hound (aka The Yam) on his favorite perch near the fan. I have tried to leave the fleece pad off, since it is so hot, but they find it and drag it back.