Stalking and Daffodil Carnage

I stalked this street sweeper for about ten minutes in order to get this photo. I saw him working in East Ham on Saturday, and his neon green coat looked so great against that big blue wall. But when I first spotted him, he was standing a long way from his picturesque cart. I stood across the street and tried to look nonchalant, waiting for him to rejoin the cart.

Well, I probably looked super suspicious, standing there with my camera -- like one of those cartoon characters trying to be inconspicuous, whistling and staring upward into space. He saw me and seemed to deliberately steer clear of the cart for a long time. He even got on his cell phone, which made me think, "Oh, great, he's calling the police!" But finally he came back and I had time for just one shot before he was out of the frame.

Yesterday was the best day we've had in months, weather-wise. Temperatures got up into the 60s, the sky was blue, the sun was out. I walked Olga a few times and took her out into our apartment complex's fenced yard to play fetch. We developed a game whereby I would throw her stick toy, she would fetch it, and then we would both race to the corner of the yard where the daffodils are growing -- me to protect the daffodils, her to rip through them. I got there first and fended her off almost every time, but there was some daffodil carnage, and now we have three broken yellow buds in a vase on the windowsill waiting to bloom.

Guess I better keep her out of that yard until after daffodil season.