26.7.11

XIV: M

Never mind her for the moment; just look at the necklace.


Do you know what that is? It's the letter "M." All my least favorite things begin with "M."

Yes, okay, maybe I do like one thing.

Sigh.

25.7.11

XIII: Newport

This past weekend I was forced to endure what appears to count as some kind of mini-holiday, notably a visit to Newport, Rhode Island.


They fed me salt water taffy:


And milkshakes:


(You may well ask about the red ribbon. Dare I attempt to explain? The American had too much wine and got, er, festive.)

And "Mexican" food. In Rhode Island, mind.


In short, there was much eating.

I hate eating.

We also visited large houses. One was an old Vanderbilt estate known as The Breakers. Here we are standing beside a sign. I ask you, of all the lovely spots to take photographs, why do it beside this sign? I suppose the day I begin to understand will be the day I've lost my wits.


There were lions, of one kind


and another . . .


But there were also lovely blue hydrangeas.


We visited a topiary garden as well.



There was some hide and seek . . .


and I rode the ducky . . .


and we relaxed a bit on the lawn chairs . . .


as well as on the veranda.


Something there is that doesn't love a wall . . .


That wants it down!

Elves.

13.7.11

XII: Flowers

I rather like flowers. John gave me this one, which I shall keep in my pocket:


Alstroemeria Saturne. Also known as a Peruvian Lily. Typically signifies devotion and friendship.