at this Happy Festive time of the year
like springtime lambs in high tickle grass. Mid summer here, solstice now just mere days away … but if you think I’m fool enough to mention to The Spouse that in less than a week the nights start drawing in then you have no appreciation for the true meaning of the word ‘Ragnarok’.
SO IN TOWN TODAY
I caught this shot of some yellow columns, reflected in the glass of the wee portal I was using as a shelter—
—but not all here is always gloom and doom, I got this shot (below) in the last week or so—
And if you look more closely (no, MORE closely) you may just admit that the shot qualifies ‘cos the bee has some spots of yellow pollen on her fur.
FURTHER TO OUR SHELTERING
I also took these raindrops on the glass. Okay, strictly speaking water be transparent, Sir or Madame, but—
—the road markings in the carpark beyond be yellow. Almost an orange, but I guess they know what they’re doing in City Hall …
.. ‘cos they used much the same yellow on the traffic-lights standard. (The black bit is the top of the housing for the ‘Push To Cross’ button. The blobs are the ubiquitous southern summer sunshine and the red might even have been once-was-wet nail polish.)
WHILST THE SPOUSE
dashed ahead taking shelter wherever she could (wimp~!) I hurried behind and took snaps wherever I could (hero)* one of which was a sign that briefly—just briefly—made me ponder the possibility of applying for a job on their production line—
—which notion I gave away when Spouse dragged me into the Hospice Op Shop; always a great place for a bargain (and serving a great cause which one seldom thinks about too much).
But they’d set up a ‘Tree of Remembrance‘ which I could only read a couple of tickets thereon before getting all choked up. Soft in my old age? Could even be …
BUT on the way back to the car I was caught by a bright and cheery display in a shop window, a wee bit of imagination and colour—
—enough of which was yellow to get us back on track. That big round orange thing on the right is an orange …
… and having thought about it for ages I’m still not going to tell The Spouse about the nights drawing in soon. Heroic, maybe. Suicidal, no.
I might just buy her a few oranges (she loves them) instead …
* Or turkey, jury still out.