On the way home from our family trip to Oregon we took a pit stop by this larger than life mural. Yann is petting the dog, as George takes a double take, "Is it real?"
My Mother’s garden is full of humor, at the front door stands a washing machine which is used as a planter. Most of her flowers are planted in household items:
Why strain pasta when you can pot a plant! Growing up with a Mom like this made life creative and reality easy going.
When I was around ten years old, I had to jump off my Honda 90 or ride it smack dab between this tree. Of course the tree was smaller when I was ten, but my story remains the same. The bike sailed through the tree seconds after I jumped off of it. Just thought you might like to know that about me. I am a chicken at heart.
My brother Mathew waters my Mother’s garden with a bottle of Pommery champagne. Can you believe it? That bottle sat in my parent’s refrigerator for five years, as my brothers drank beer instead!
The French husband takes a close look at the reality of the empty bottle, as my brother Mathew laughs.
Oh those teen-age years, here are my children, plus my niece and nephews posing before going to a dance. Can you smell the boy’s "Tag," the new cologne that is suppose to drive "babes" into your arms? As my nephew informed me, it really works Aunt Corey! Did I need to know that?
Well there you have it, some snapshots! The train of life rolls on as I collect these sort of memories, some are interesting tales, some are curious nothings, others hold a special place in my heart and others are just standing there like wallflowers. Life gives us many snapshots, I like gathering them, placing them in my pocket and hope they grow until I am 100 years old. Anything is beautiful in its own way…the song does sing the truth.
photo: Hand painted mural, in Klamath Falls, by Chris Young.
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