I have always loved these flowers. In Sweden they are called “Bluebells” when translated and grow wild. Not sure if they are called the same in English.
It’s February, and I live in Illinois, so the likelihood of finding flowers to photograph is something just shy of impossible. So instead, I pulled a favorite from my archives:
If you even ask if I grew that, you obviously don’t know me very well. We just happen to have neighbors who have truly green thumbs.
Those two little specks at the bottom are Anna and Noel, exploring the coast of St. John. The view is from the balcony of our vacation property.
Off the coast of Howth is the small uninhibited island called Ireland’s Eye.
I looked around my place and realize I did not have anything pink in the apartment… until Stitch started to play with the camera strap…
Tough day at the office for Super Missy:
I have two cats that adopted me. I am their human.
A toy with feathers can awake Cirrus from the deepest sleep (excuse the blurred spot in the picture, think I got something on the lens).
If there is a paper bag, Stitch can be found in it.