Monday, May 6, 2013
I was surprised to find a couple of violets growing in a corner of one of our courtyards.
I used to see wild violets all the time as a child in Florida, where they grew in a field near our house. The woman who took care of me and my brother during the day, Mrs. Kirkland, would walk us over to the field so we could pick them. We haven't seen them there in years -- maybe we're just not looking anymore, or maybe they're gone. (I'm sure picking them all didn't do them any favors.) In any case, I left these alone!
The weather was beautiful yesterday morning. Dave and I took Olga to the park and let her run free, and then walked to the Lido Cafe on the Serpentine and had lunch. Olga was a bit overstimulated by chasing sticks, and by other dogs, and by all the people around us at the cafe -- she could not relax, although she appeared to be having a great time. Then some clouds blew in and the day got chillier, so we made our way back home, where she collapsed and slept the rest of the afternoon.
Last night we watched an impromptu Katharine Ross double feature -- "The Swarm," which has to be the worst Irwin Allen disaster movie ever made, followed by "The Stepford Wives," which is actually pretty good.
Today is a bank holiday in the UK, so we technically have the day off! But I need to do my weekly report for work, so I'll need to invest an hour or two in front of the computer.
(Photos: The violets, and a cup advertising the Lichtenstein retrospective at the Tate that I saw a few weeks ago.)