"There is no gardener in the world who does not worship Spring like a pagan" -Earthly Joys by Philippa Gregory
Cousin Madeline Visited Lately...
Obviously, we share some DNA. We both look like our Grandmother at this point. Cousin Madeline's been all over the world, Asia, Africa, Europe, you name it. Exciting! We had such a wonderful visit!
Relaxing after a fun day: a haircut (since it's hard to find a good stylist in Turkmenistan) and a visit to my Dad at his nursing home. (This entry may be of "family interest", rather than general--but feel welcome.) Grandmother's cherished china cabinet in the background.
Madeline set the table with flowers and a pretty cloth--she's especially good at stuff like that--and Hubsy grew all the delicious vegetables we ate.
The Pacific waves were strong that day, the sound of water smashing and crashing, mixed with the fizzy noise of a trillion tiny bubbles bursting...and it was cool out on the pier....
Nice French Braid there, girl. FlowerGirl could do that with Mom's help...I could too, except french braiding and grey-steaked hair?
Pearl usually orders a salad with chicken on top; what will she find today? At the table to our right, out of camera range, sat a blonde lady we all (except Hubs') thought looked like a familiar blonde actress....and the little girl just ranged around the restaurant, adding to the cuteness....To our left was a long table full of "Real Housewive's"-like ladies, trying to outshine one another. California is a theatre even without the show business.
yes, it's a fenceline....I was put off by the startling brightness of the CA winter afternoon sun...
Starting to read more non-fiction, I happened on a biography by Wendy Moore, "The Knife Man - Blood, Body Snatching and the Birth of Modern Surgery"; it details the life and works of John Hunter.
He was an energetic, charismatic British surgeon of the late 18th Century whose tireless work pioneered the early development of modern surgery as a medical specialty. It was not easy: he started as an apprentice to his credit-grabbing slave driver older brother, William, a shrewd, social climbing physician to the upper classes in London. He worked long hours through the cold winter months dissecting corpses (some of which he took part in stealing from cemeteries). In those days, there was no legal way for student-surgeons to obtain subjects for dissection, so grave robbing was an enormous trade. (If a less affluent person passed away in the winter months in London at that time, there was a very good chance they would end up on the dissecting table. Condemned criminals and their fa…
Our niece found every other animal there to love---besides horses. She inquired if the cat could be adopted....
the puppy was a favorite, too.
She loved the goat. Probably kept as a comfort animal/companion for one of the race horses.
We walked the length and breadth of the stables and stalls area of the race course. I do this every time I visit; this day, it was "farrior day" for the horses. It seemed the farriors were set up in every barn, tending to the various horses. It seemed intrusive to photograph those activities, but it was interesting.
It was a lovely day. The weather the entire weekend was beautiful.