Dave and I walk past this men's skin care place every day on our way home. It must have the most reflective shopfront in the city, not to mention the most awkward name. Apparently someone doesn't distinguish between "health" (noun) and "healthy" (adjective).
I wish I could have waited for my usual passer-by to accent the photo, but I'd seen several burly guys going in and out of this place (in fact one came out just before I snapped this photo) and I decided to take my picture quick and get out of there -- just in case they weren't keen to be photographed.
Our sweet peas are still going strong -- or at least some of them are. A few haven't bloomed at all. It's interesting that we got so many bright pink ones this year -- I have a dim memory of collecting several seed pods last fall from a plant of that color because I like it, but this year they're virtually the only ones that bloomed.
The once-viney tree is looking a bit parched these days. I felt so bad for it that I filled a two-gallon watering can and carried it down there yesterday afternoon. The ground soaked up the water like a sponge. Once again, I'm sure the neighbors think I'm crazy. But I feel continued responsibility for that tree, having removed its mantle of vines. No good deed goes unpunished, as they say -- I'll probably feel a nagging sense of tree-maintenance duty as long as we live here.