A walk through Flora Jane's neighborhood, and a pissy neighbor.

This day could not have been more perfect, I  do declare! I met Kim over at Flora's house where we adored that child until she decided it was time to go for a walk to get her favorite oat/vanilla milk steamer a few blocks through the neighborhood. Enough of this adoration stuff! The girl wanted some action.

One day of sunshine and everything just POPS, color, light , enough to put your eye out. I did wear my sunglasses for the first time in like, EVER. 

Old crab apples from last year that never dropped, new ones coming on. I rather like that idea of the old crabs living with the new borns.
 

A Camellia bush's blossoms on a  garden pedestal- like they planned it or something,  the rain and wind  made this lovely display.

I thought that this was some sort of azalea or rhody relative, Looked it up on my phone- Japanese Andromeda, it is, but you probably already knew that.  A beauty.

Flora Jane got her oaty beverage, Kim and I had americanos, plus a scone and a cookie.  Flora is interested in coffee...when we were not looking she did help herself to Kim's.  She may be a live wire tonight for her Mama. She has a mouth nearly  full of teeth now, I knew that you were just dying to know...and they are the most beautiful little mouth stones I have ever seen.

Walked back through the neighborhood, utterly charming  it is too. Chatted with the neighbor about her garden - the guy that lives next door  makes me want to dump round-up on his lawn, such a meanie. Called the city to "report" the woman for a messy garden and a tree growing one inch over the alley way. What a jerk, The city did come and told her the job must be done or they will send someone to do it and send her the bill. Jerk is likely a Magat.No other explanation .

I just got home and the door bell rang- the little girls next door brought me bouquets that they had picked. So sweet! They were so proud of this gift. 

Lucy, the oldest said that she loved blue bells, and as luck would have it, this morning I noticed one struggling through the front porch . I gave it to her. she thought it interesting how the flowers of blue bells did not look up at the sun, like other flowers. They look at their feet.

 Flowers, sunshine and little girls- so encouraging I think I may live another day.

I awoke with such a sadness, for the earth and for beautiful children just coming into this messed up time- listened to Israel Kamakawiwo'ole for about an hour, heaping more melan on  my melancholy mood. So, going to Flora Jane's , seeing Emily and Kim certainly changed the direction of that! Whew! Good medicine!

 IZ  takes my heart to a place of utter beauty and despair. 

We were on Maui , I had never heard that voice  before. In a book shop  "Aloha Ka Manini"  and "Kaleohano"played - hit my heart like a cupid's arrow the size of a truck. Stopped me dead in my tracks, that voice!  I just had to find that man and give him a hug, all of my money, everything I hold sacred, THAT VOICE!!! Only to find out that he had died, age 38, just one year before. Music is magic- great music is transcendental. He does make me weep, and love hard and FEEL so deeply.

Lovely IZ. The man of the islands.