Magic Bike

The grandkids stayed with us one weekend. I went and dug out Uncle Joel's little yellow Schwinn coaster. This little bike is perfect for learning how to ride a two wheeler. All my kids and about six other neighbor kids all learned how to ride a two wheeler on this bike. Arianna was so excited when she saw it. She learned how to ride it in two hours. Grandpa went and got her bike, took off the training wheels, and pumped the tires. Before long everyone was showing off their speed and agility.

Colorful Spheres

I've been trying to keep the creative flames going. I had the rag balls out. I am using them in a wall hanging. They remind me of marbles.

Keep Calm

Keep calm???? It's hard not to get excited about Doug's kegerator. Doug's Summer Wit beer was an amazing treat. It was a gift one savors for a long time in memory.

Virginia

We did have fun in between looking for jobs in Virginia. I found Utz chips (yummy), visited Manassas Clay where Mikkie teaches class, and we ate appetizers at a restaurant specializing in Cajun foods. We ate fried oysters, okra, and crayfish. We drank Purple Haze beer which is excellent. Turns out that Dan's in Clinton serves Purple Haze on tap. It is raspberry infused beer.

Super Egg

We went to Virginia to check out jobs. We stayed at Mickie's house. She gets amazing farm fresh eggs. This huge egg had three yolks!

Number Eleven

For Jeff's birthday we went to Comerica Park to see Sparky's number retired. I was freaking out about getting a sun burn and it turned out we sat way at the top in the shade. These were perfect seats as far as I was concerned (inexpensive and shady).
It was a fun moment to savor.

Pork Tacos

The local Mexcian grocer sells seasoned pork for tacos. The meat is quickly stir fried placed in two corn tortillas which are small and sweet. The meat is topped with diced onion, cilantro, and lime juice. mmmmm

Growth

On the other side of the block I took notice of a rose bush growing high into the branches of a cluster of trees. If the rose hadn't been in bloom I wouldn't have noticed it.

Do you have the heart and eyes to see/read the lesson in the sight?

What I saw was that the gardener had planted the rose in the wrong spot. But the earth, rain, and sun provided enough nourishment to feed the rose's growth.

What about the trees? They seem to be the dominate force. They are competitors, but the rose finds support in their branches.

Reluctant support and dependence.

What about the gardener? Well, sometimes those who should take care of us don't do their job . . . and we still manage to persevere and bloom. This is the exception, not the rule.

In spite of obstacles and neglect will I persevere and bloom?
I just read a book that urged the readers to tend to the neglected parts in their lives. I see the gardener and rose in me. I see where I have neglected the "rose" in me, the fragrant colorful blossoming part, and the roots.

The rose in this photo needs to be transplanted somewhere with less obstruction and more space to be a rose. The odd coincidence is that lately, I have been thinking a lot about pruning back my possessions and "digging up my roots" and moving because I need a better space to tend to my potential.