One of the houses down the street has an incredible wisteria vine in front, twining through a blooming hawthorne tree. It's quite a display. Wisteria has a bad reputation for taking over, but -- kind of like water hyacinths in Florida -- it sure looks nice in the meantime.
And here's a little violet we have growing up through the paving stones on our patio. We don't use weed killer, because I'm convinced it's a menace to ecology, so we get all kinds of plants coming up through the patio cracks -- violets, campanula, forget-me-nots. (As well as plain ol' grass.) I like the ragged look!
Last night we had some friends over to watch the Eurovision song competition. This was Dave's first social gathering since his surgery, and we figured he could manage because he'd be home -- if he got tired he could simply go to bed. As it happened, he stayed up for the entire contest, and watched it stone sober, for which he deserves his own Eurovision award.
Personally, I found the contest as a whole less interesting this year. Ukraine's Jamala won for her song about the World War II-era deportation of Crimean Tatars by Russia. It was a good performance but it's not a song anyone's going to walk around humming. I suspect it won largely for political reasons. (Take that, Vladimir Putin!) Our UK entry came in 24th, even though it was much better than last year's and, I thought, pretty catchy. (Maybe we're being punished for Brexit?)
Will we ever have another Bucks Fizz?