Well, I know why I kept this one. It was for future reference, so I could check this tree the following spring and see if there were mantids in it. (I never did.)
I was serious about it at the time, though.
Marley keeping watch over her balls.
A doomed romance: A smooth, snakelike plant that has entwined itself around a cactus-like plant. From the arboretum.
Tendrils. How I love their curls! Might explain why I have a fascination with my garden hose.
I sometimes take pictures of the plant signage at the arboretum.
A favorite landmark on the way to Death Valley.
My dad made this mosaic in the early '60's, I think. Can you tell what it is?
I used to park in front of this house when I picked up the boys from high school. I called it the Cactus House.
After Eleanor died, we went around taking pictures of everything in her house, because we knew everything had to go, and we wanted to preserve the memories. This was her chair.
This was her kitchen. The banana stickers were stuck there by Jerry's dad, starting way back when bananas first started having stickers on them. Nobody ever took them off that post. Not even after he died. Not even after Eleanor died. They tore the house down a few years ago, stickers and all.
And somewhere in all that kitchen clutter is a little treasure that I kept.