Life of Wry

[Editor’s Note: I have not given up blogging. I have fallen behind because it was too hard to blog while in PV last weekend. And then I didn’t blog on Monday because I’d not blogged Friday, Saturday or Sunday. And this is why I never skip a day; skipping blogging is a slippery slope. It’s like cheating on a diet; once you do, it’s harder to get back on the horse. Blogging is not like dieting, however; I actually like blogging. So I will be back-filling the weekend. (She said to nobody.)]

[Note to self: Remove above note when I’ve finished the back blogs.]

I noticed this past week on Facebook that, according to New England type friends, spring has sprung in Vermont–I’ve seen pictures of budding trees, crocuses, tulips.

Like it’s January in Davis or something.

In honor of that, I’m going to post some pics taken in the hood, on a couple recent trips to and from the Davis Food Coop, because even though spring started showing up in Davis almost four months ago, it is still riotously colorful out there!

So…

D Street. During the summer of 1981, I think it was, I lived in a cottage behind this blue house (though at the time, there was a large, shady lawn where this blue house now sits. This house was brought in on a truck some years ago. Amazing how they do that.)

The alley between F and G. Omg… alleys.

Gardens along 6th and that purple house. I don’t know why anyone would live anywhere else.

The daffs look great against this dark blue house further down 6th…

…and I especially love the look in April when these purple flowers bloom:

Seriously. This neighborhood makes my heart sing.

Also along 6th, this is the alley between B and C. Again, what is it about alleys?

Now back on A, a couple of doors down:

I’m realizing I’m having trouble with the focus on my camera… so let’s just pretend all these blurry photos were intentional.