Friday, June 1, 2012


Friends had been traveling in Europe (Hi, Russ and Sandy), and sent back a gazillion photos.  With their permission, I have picked off about three dozen of flowers in Amsterdam.  I’m not sure that the title A RIOT OF COLORS does it justice.  Any other ideas for a title?  Here is the first set of three.

Humor -

Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.

He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his tail end. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.   He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.

She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'

Flynn said, 'Why do you say such a mean thing?'

'Well,' Mary said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.


  1. And the tulips cried out, It's an allium invasion from garden space!

  2. I bet the scent from the purple hyacinths was overwhelming! (Can't capture that in a photo.)