Life's too short . . .

Hope your Sunday drive is as much fun as ours.

One size fits two!

Three years ago, when Tom said a Mercedes convertible was on his bucket list, I asked him: "What color smart car did you say you want?"

We were smitten with the cute car, and "cute" has been the operative word for everyone who sees it.

Nevertheless, our kids chose to name the little vehicle "Wannabe," insinuating that most likely it wanted to be a full-fledged car, but just stopped growing.

Obviously, this little smart was meant to be Tom's, and Wannabe loves it when Tom lets him wear his Tilley!



Alas, there may be sibling rivalry ahead, for there's been a new arrival in the family. Another smart convertible.

The two little ones may never meet.  Wannabe is a Floridian, happy to stay on Marco Island all year long--even when we're not there.  And the new arrival  (girl?, boy?)— as yet un-named—will live in Boulder, even when we're not here.

As a dear friend here at Horizon West said, "Congratulations to the proud parents of two premature cars."

P.S.  Any suggestions for a name would be appreciated.

Butchart Gardens ...with Haiku

When I asked Donna "What should I write in a blog?"  because we're not traveling much any more, she said, "Write whatever you want to write."

So this morning I was writing Haiku.  Not for the blog.  Just for me.

"But why not for the blog?" I asked myself.  It's what I want to write today.

So looking at photos from my recent visit to the Butchart Gardens in Victoria, British Colombia, I sought inspiration and then wrote Haiku poems to convey my thoughts about each.

So here goes, an inspiration share-athon:

When red and blue came

to Purple's garden party, 

they wore daisy masks.

When the yellow sun

invites blue sky to tea,

Green becomes the guest.

Pink happened when rain

splashed the face of a red rose

and she coyly blushed.

Each bright bloom dances
on a single slender foot.
A springtime ballet.





A tree rises up
while its roots push down deeper.
And soon it grows old.

If I stand up tall
and push against earth's follies,
will I soon grow wise?

Oh dear.  I'm getting maudlin.  The truth is:

Inspiration comes.

and then inspiration goes.

It leaves me wordless.

The Bolder Boulder!

We arrived back home in time for the "Bolder Bolder" 10k race.

This is the 39th year for this Memorial Day event, and this year over 55,000 participants "wheeled," ran, jogged, or walked the course. We cheered on those hard-core athletes who were aiming for a specific time and cheered as well for those whose goal was--yes, to finish--but most of all to be as creative as possible with their race attire. 

Sitting on the curb, watching the racers  run or walk by, I'll have to admit it's the costumes that catch the camera's eye! 

Here is a photo collage of those who were proud to show their red, white, and blue Memorial Day spirit:



And some of the more unusual costumes.  There were many, many more--but I was not always quick enough to catch them as they went by.







The racers love it when you cheer them on. " High Fives" are common.




Some of the racers run hot . . .



And some run cool . . .

I would say Boulder's own Naked Cowboy could give New York's a run for his money.

This costume has my vote for the "Most Appropriate" BoulderBoulder attire:




And this little fellow had the best idea:  He could run and sit at the same time:



Everyone waits for the "elite" runners to pass by.  They are an international bunch:  USA, Ethiopia, Kenya, Eritrea, Mexico, Cuba . . . 



We were lucky to have curb-side seats , and my daughter, Donna, turned the camera on us for one final shot: