Friday is Skyday

On the road.

Fictitious Dialogue?

Spake a friendly neighbour:
"Beautiful flowers, Mr. J.. Where did you order the seed?"
Nowhere. They are a present.
"Oh, lovely. From your daughter?"
No, from nature.

Spake the friendly neighbour;
"Oh. And why don't I have these beauties in my garden?"
'cause you have such an impeccable looking lawn.

Spake the friendly neighbour:
"I just do prefer to have a cultivated garden."
Spake I:
Well, obviously the fairies just don't like people
daily trimming their lawn with nail scissors.

Spake the friendly neighbour:
"Your weeds are contaminating my ground, anyway."Spake I:

Well, and its petals are flavouring my salads.
Have a nice evening, Mrs. X

Monochrome Monday

It was 10:18 a.m.
on the last day in 2012.

Friday is Skyday

Ah, and the frogs are croaking . . .

The Don becomes 13

Even Venus, Jupiter and Lady Luna
are smiling:

Don QuiScottie becomes 13!
Well, cross sum wise.
So let's praise him
and
The Golden Helmet of Perthino.

Laughing Lhursday*

Hat on a Hot Tin Roof

 * [For first time visitors]:
 
Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Bird's Eye View

Their nest is their castle
or
Shabbiness is in the eye of the beholder.

 

Monochrome Monday

They did not birch me.

Point of view

The frog sitting in the well takes its brim for the horizon.

On the road

Almost flying . . .

Translucent

A ball is no disc.

Waiting at a traffic light

Lord of the dandelions.

Planks . . .

. . . in shed's own window.