These little figurines were in a cabinet in the dining room that Dan and Alicia's little boy could not stop fiddling with. Dan scolded him a couple times, but irresistible. My mom said later that she put things on the low shelves that kids could handle without worry.
And this weird little scene in the window, not sure about these figurines or what any of this means.
Paintings by my dad--beautiful colors, scenes, interpretation of the world around.
They're charming and fun.
Unless they're a little weird and a tad bit unsettling, which this one is not in the least:
It was just pretty everywhere, in every direction down in the valley on this beautiful weekend.
This tree is something to amuse children--old shoes are flung up into it, hanging by the laces and so forth. b.g. wanted to throw his shoes right up there. Dan said, no. They'd have to find some old shoes they didn't need anymore, not his good ones, not the ones right off his own feet.
I love this--"Welcome to the garden," on top of a big old electrical box that will shock the hell out of you if you trespass.
The scene around 7 am:
Cosmos! Always a favorite. In about 1985 I happened to buy a package of seeds, and was unprepared for the wild, frothy greenery or the delicate blossoms, and so delighted.
Onward.
love always, Val
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