
Lavender Clematis.
Wanda

Lavender Clematis.
Wanda

Gracie and I took a new route for our morning walk this morning. I only had my phone with me when I saw this pretty little flower growing along the walkway. I might go back that way again tomorrow morning with my camera. I have no idea what it is, but it’s sure pretty.
Wanda
One Word Photo Challenge, July 23 – 29 : Hippopotamus

I love the word prompt for this week. Unfortunately, don’t have access to all of my photos on this new laptop but I wanted to participate so I did a search online and found a couple of pictures that I think will do.
My youngest child loved the TV show The New Zoo Review. Her favorite character was Henrietta Hippo. She is pictured below.

She had to have eye surgery. Our priest came to see her after she came home and gave her a little stuffed pink hippo. Sam is now 33 years old and she still has that hippo. She slept with it until she was almost out of college. I couldn’t believe it. She named her little pink hippo Henri the Etta.

As I was searching I found the cutest little hippo costume. Had there been one available in the 80’s I would have gotten it for Samantha.

I also found the coolest Hippo Sofa. What do you think? It would be a great edition to a family room wouldn’t it?

And finally I want you to meet Fiona. She arrived prematurely at the Cincinnati Zoo.

Take a look at Fiona taking her first steps.
I hope you have enjoyed my response to the OWPC this week.
Wanda

Have you ever walked into a department store and been assaulted by an aggressive woman with a spray bottle in her hand? Before you can say no thank you, you are covered in a fragrance that sends you into a fit of sneezing and choking? While you are gasping for breath the self-imposed dictator tells you the name of the weapon and what is sells for. As if wanting to know is the first thing that comes to mind rather than the murder of the combatant.
I often wonder how many people run, not walk, screaming into the outside air for a clean breath winding up in the nearest emergency room. After several respiratory treatments to open up those vital airway passages the assault starts over again because you are now the carrier of those nasty histamines. They are in your hair, on your skin in your clothes…
It’s at this point that you realize you don’t even like how it smells. It’s not a sweet smell that is pleasing which would at least make the pleasure worth the risk to life, but rather a bad odor that warns of impending doom.
Who in their right mind thinks that this is the way to advertise a product for sale?
Wanda
Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge, July 23, 2017

Here is my Odd Ball Photo for the week.

Took this outside the House of Blues at Disney Springs last week.
Wanda
Friday afternoon here in Orlando we had quite a storm. It rained so hard that the back part of the yard flooded. Right along the back of the yard is a wooded area fed by a stream and it looked like a small lake with trees growing out of it.

I have been fascinated with the birds here in Orlando. I love to photograph animals and birds are one of my favorite subjects. After the area flooded, I walked out onto the porch and to my amazement a flock of about twenty five white Ibis flew right up to the area to forage for food. The ibeses in harmonized movements grazed along the edge of the water each taking a turn as sentinel.

I attempted to get the birds to come closer by throwing out some cheerios in the main part of the yard. To my delight, they began to head up toward me.

I discovered that they didn’t really care for the Cheerios and soon turned back toward the water.

I came into the house to show my friend the pictures I had taken. As I went back out to check on the birds I caught the last of my visitors, a white crane just standing in the water.

I was lucky enough to catch the crane taking flight. Unfortunately, I was not as ready for the take off as I would have liked to have been. So the shot isn’t a great one, but I still think it’s magical.
Wanda

Wanda
As I have gotten older I find I spend more time in my memories. It’s what you do when you spend time with your grandchildren. You tell them about when their parents were growing up. And, at the risk of really sounding ancient, you tell them about your own childhood and experience their incredulous expressions of disbelief.
Sometimes, a vague sense comes over me that I might not be remembering an actual memory of my past, but rather a memory of a dream. Not the kind of dream that pushes you to do, have, or be, but the kind you actually live in your sleep.
One particular “memory”, which is not really a good one, has haunted me for a very long time. It surfaced maybe twenty years ago. If it is indeed a memory it surely explains a lot of why I feel the way I do about some things. If it was a dream, I find myself wondering why I would have dream’t such a disturbing event in my life.
In the end, we are the product of our environment and it really doesn’t matter if the “memory” is one that has been dormant or if it is actually a dream because it becomes part of us anyway.
What shapes our personality is the good and bad experiences we live through. Understanding our past helps us in our present and future if we are wise enough to learn from these past experiences. Often our dreams are just a way to show us our fears which we need to face so we don’t become crippled by them.
Wanda

Wanda

I love these vibrant colors.
Wanda
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