Monday was that kind of day

Everyone has been talking about the crazy weather all over the US lately -- too warm, too cold, too early, too late.

While high temperatures only in the high 50's are not unheard of in April in very southern, Southern California, they are unusual enough that people comment.  And, comment they did yesterday.  "Brrrr!"  "Feels like winter!"  "Wish we had this weather in December!"

Yesterday was one of those days where tulips and a roaring fire -- and a Pumpkin! -- shared the same room.

View

This is a typical view in the morning when I'm getting ready for the day:

Unless Glenn has left his clothes on the bathroom floor.  Then Pumpkin is here:

(Please excuse crummy i-photos.)

No Corgi Content -- Harry Content Only

Cats are strange.

My first Blog Hop -- Black and White Sunday

Thanks for the idea, Taryn!
 
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No rhyme nor reason

Try as I might, I can't come up with a theme to tie all these photos together. But, I liked something about all of them, so here they are in all their mish-moshy glory!

I never get tired of looking at the sky from our backyard.

Some of my mother's paperweights.

The checkout girl asked me what kumquats taste like.  I told her sweet and almost painfully puckery at the same time.

Three weeks in a cone!  Poor Harry!  But, the eosinophilic plaques are MUCH better. 

I like red, white and blue.  And, this portrait of Harry that I hooked.

Darby can -- and often does -- jump up on this bench.  Pumpkin can't -- or at least doesn't!

This chair was painted by Deborah Gile,  a woman who has a developmental disability.  She likes flags, too.  But, she especially likes the Statue of Liberty.

I have two of Ms. Gile's Statue of Liberty paintings in my living room.  In this photo, I look very much like them!

Ms. Gile always paints Lady Liberty wearing a wrist watch and glasses -- just like she does!  (Please ignore the clear plastic tape on the side of the chair.  It is there to keep Harry from scratching.)

I love the cabinet this man made for me to house my cookbooks.  I'm not speaking to him anymore, though. (smile)  He quit taking special orders before I ran out of things I wanted him to make.