My camera goes with me wherever I go, and wherever I go I take pictures.
Pictures of beautiful things, like the first pollen dusted blossoms of this year.
They are the first flowers to bloom in the flowerbeds next to work; more green bits are spearing up from the thick muddy soil.
I'll be enjoying someone else's gardening efforts for a change.
Next up: a stop at the library to pick up a book that's come in for me.
A sign informs me that the roof top garden in now open again.
Drat; I don't have time to linger over a book up there, I'm just on a lunch break from work.
But maybe I could just take a peek for a minute and see what is going on up there.
I'm not sure I could concentrate on reading anyway, with such a view to enjoy out there.
It is March 1st, and right on time the roof top daffodils are up and ready to show off during "their" special month.
The memories come back of counting daffodil blooms every morning in the garden with Jeff, back when he was still young, and knew that daffodils would be found blooming as the time drew near to his birthday.
There are 10,000 daffodils planted up in Red Butte garden.
I'll soon be visiting there too. It will be harder to see each flower in the midst of such a display.
I've noticed over the years that it is easy to remember the first daffodil bloom each spring, and then they just keep coming...
Outside the gallery is another display: A whimsical collection of chess sets!
Alice in Wonderland, and her cohorts do make for an amusing take on chess pieces.
Leaving the library, I still need to get something for lunch. I'm zooming past the Bubble Tea Room, and suddenly I find that above all else I want to get myself a Bubble Tea.
I haven't had Bubble Tea since I was in Hawaii. That was... gosh... has been six years ago now? I really didn't like Bubble Tea all that much back then. Why should it appeal to me today?
I just dunno.
(Do you like bubble tea? Have you ever had bubble tea? What did you think about it?)
There's a place to park smack dab in front of the shop. I park, go inside and find myself eavesdropping on two 20something guys talking about an amazing woman that they knew who was 75 years old. Apparently she was on a cruise or trip or something and was much more energetic about going and doing things than they would have thought possible at her age.
It made me quite happy to hear their admiration of her. Yeah for older women who make younger men regard them with a new understanding of what older women can do!
I order a cherry blended bubble tea and hit the road. This time the drink does it for me; I'll be coming back for another "hit' of this tea real soon.