
What riches await?

Not this one, apparently.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
What riches await?
Not this one, apparently.
Didn’t get me down, though. Quite the opposite.
Poor Miss Bill. For how many generations will this horrible treatment persist?
When I was growing up, I did not like asparagus. Because I was a very finicky eater overall, my parents had lots of strategies to get me to choke down stuff I didn’t care for. On this occasion, my dad told me that I wasn’t pronouncing the word properly, and that it’s really “sparrow grass” and if I ate it I would be able to fly. I fell for it. I ate the sparrow grass, and then went around the various chairs and couches in the house to see if it worked. I went to the backyard, got going on the swings and jumped off and wildly flapped my arms. Happily, I was never so confident my flying ability that I tried jumping off of the roof.
Coming in for a landing…
Working hard…
Kicking back after a hard flower’s toil…
…at Fashion Island, Newport Beach.
Having a wonderful friend with very productive citrus trees.