Memento Mori

On our block early this week, all was ecstatic pinkness.


Looking south,




Looking north,




from my studio windows,








from the third floor windows,




all was completely, blissfully



P I N K.





Then the rains came




and the pink glory began to turn to brown mush.















Walking is a slippery, messy business.

It is not a smart idea to park on our block for a few weeks.



Petals are everywhere. Recent sightings: floating in dog's water bowl; on third floor bathroom floor; in raincoat pocket; ground into beloved heirloom oriental carpet; stuck to umbrella; in diswasher; in purse.





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Meanwhile, a small, ancient dachshund comtemplates the cycle of birth, life and death.











Memento mori. Until next year.