Potato flower

There is a lot of pretty nature around here, but I have missed actually planting things in my own yard and watching them grow. But now I have one thing - a bag of potatoes! What pretty flowers they have. Maybe I will even get a few potatoes out of it.

Leftover art

After the show was over, I was responsible for taking care of the judge’s art until he could get it. Right now this piece is on my mantel. Lucky me.

Radishes at the Produce Stand

So happy it is open. Spring!!

just one picture from the event

Made it!

The 2019 Azalea Festival is over and also the art show that I worked on for so long. Whew. I can take it easier for a few days.
Except for one cold day with heavy rain, the weather was lovely. Azaleas were in bloom and the skies were Carolina blue. Visitors came from out of town and state and shopped in our nine-day gallery. There are not enough good things to say about “my team.” Without any one, I do not see the outcome being as successful as it was. I was filled with love and gratitude for them. When we pool talents and abilities into one concerted effort, good things happen.
I suppose my main role was planning, communicating, and being positive and calm.
I wish I had taken pictures like I used to do.

Nice weather for February

It was warm and sunny today, so I went to Greenfield Lake for a few minutes. Enjoyed nature and snapped pictures.

The 2:30 lesson

Right now I am at the Volvo dealership, service department. I brought my iPad to keep me busy while I wait for an undetermined time. This is my first visit here, but I took Jacob’s advice and brought my eleven year old car for an evaluation and treatment, or whatever it is called in the car world. When I came in the waiting room, a conversation was going on between two folks, a young white woman customer and a middle aged black male employee. The girl left to drive her car off, and the man and I spoke. “Are you from Wilmington,”I asked. ”Lived here all my life!” I told him I could tell and why. Wilmington natives are nicer than other people. More respectful. More comfortable and easy. So we talked a little about it. He told some stories of how he dealt with some edgy angry newcomers. That is simply the way some northerners are. George Costanza for one! That is not the Wilmington way. Natives generally find a way to be lighthearted about any situation.I like that.