For Mundane Monday #114: local grasses.
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For Mundane Monday #114: local grasses.
For Thursday doors. This is one of the cabins that my family owns at Lake Matinenda. I don’t think anyone has stayed in it since my sister died in 2012. That summer my daughter and I went and tried to clean some. There were too many things that were out where the mice could get them. We bought plastic containers and crated things up. We took all the beer bottles in the boat to the car and 17 miles to town to recycle them. We took loads of mouse nested clothes and shoes to the dump. We took a guitar that belonged to my sister home to my niece.
We were too raw to make decisions, to take the clothes and wash them and give them to a charity. It is time to do that.
A door into memory and how much my daughter helped, with no complaint.
This is my daughter, five years ago, at Lake Matinenda in Ontario. I cried when I read about the baby thrown from the London fire.
Prayers for the children in the London fire and their parents and grandparents. Prayers for the refugee’s children, that they are not lost and drowned. Prayers for the Congresspeople shot yesterday and their families and friends.
Prayers for all the children in the world.
Prayers for an old friend.
I traveled to Maryland to see my son and for some reason it was a reptile trip. Turtles and sea turtles and skinks, both in the wild and in the aquarium.
See the tapered snout? See the netting? Don’t try to pat this one, ok? Snapper….
For the Daily Prompt: taper.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #113, taken yesterday.
Touching another world in the Baltimore Aquarium…..
I am home and back at work after a lovely vacation in the Baltimore Washington corridor. I went to the Baltimore Aquarium with my son, two aunts, my uncle and a first cousin once removed and her husband, both of whom I was meeting for the first time. And all the women except me are organists!
The Aquarium is gorgeous. This photo is not that gorgeous….except, wait, who all is there?
I worked yesterday and thought it was Thursday….I seem to have mislaid Wednesday. Jet lag.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #111.
Though it isn’t a mundane Monday, is it? I always miss my mother on Memorial Day because her birthday is May 31. The end of May makes me a little sad. She died of cancer in 2000. But…. my feet look like hers.
It’s a selfie with shells and a beach, near fish… A shellfishie….
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