posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 1:46 pm
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 8:58 am
Gregory did a fantastic job painting a tree on his Earth Day shirt. I love the sponge work!
I am blessed with talented children. (Nevermind the juice stain at the top of the tree. Kinda looks like lightening, don’t you think?)
And nevermind that it took me WEEKS to dig up the Earth Day picture and post it. Funny how the timing worked out that I posted the homemade tree-shirt picture on Arbor Day! I swear I did not plan that.
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 7:50 am
I follow them around. They’re never safe. But look, a perfect picture to show my family back in South Carolina just how tall Bradley is now! He’s almost as tall as his dad! Wow! Is it possible his 6′2″ dad is shrinking?
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 6:18 am
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 10:15 am
The
Japanese red maple is one of my favorite trees. I believe her best time is spring. Gorgeous red color through June, and the emerging leaves are like old hands uncurling to grasp a morning coffee. I don’t know why they make me think of that. I guess they just look like they’re waking up, stretching their arms to the sky. Which I guess is exactly what they’re doing.
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 5:29 am
In case you haven’t been following along, we’re watching the
dogwood blossoming progress, day-by-day, except we miss a day now and then. Here’s today’s picture. She’s almost there! But actually, this is my favorite stage — the day or two before the full size blossoms have emerged. I love the pale green tint of the new petals and the delicate pink of the petal tips. Ahhh, spring. I love my dogwood tree.
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 3:20 pm
This is the Monday picture. I missed Sunday completely. Very busy day and by the time I remembered, it was pitch dark and I was too tired to dig out the lights. (Though now that I think about it, I gotta try my “one light” setup for a dogwood blossom. Check back next week or so. No time this week for that unless I do it at 4 a.m. and I think I’d rather be sleeping.)
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 2:32 pm
Gregory threw his arms around my neck, his cheek pressed into mine. “We’re going to hug like this for an hour,” he declared. “I just love you so much!”
My eyes darted from one corner of the room to the other. You can probably imagine how much time that darting took. It was that amount of time that passed before Gregory said, “Ok, we’re done.”
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 8:30 am
She may be pretty, but it hits you like a wave of ocean spray. Oh wait. That’s not right.
It hits you like rotting fish. Yeah. That’s it.
Bradford pear trees may be gorgeous when they’re blossoming, but in case you were wondering what that fishy smell is in downtown Metuchen these days…
It’s the Bradford pear trees that line the streets.
Bleah.(Plenty of other reasons to hate Bradford pear trees on my Bradford pear page.
Have a look.)
posted by Julie Walton Shaver at 5:57 am
