MY FAVORITE DAY

Amid all the madness of the previous months and then June 1st scary news, I want to dwell on a lovely Wednesday.

For years now, I have had my Wednesdays...
I started years back when it seemed everything revolved around house, garden, bills, aches and pains and reeely disliking the cafe we visited for breakfast....

So, hubby started telling me "this is your day". No fixing my breakfast, just go and enjoy the day.

There is a restaurant in Cleburne that makes the BEST breakfast taco.
The icing on the cake is there is a weekly flea market.  It has a book seller and good junk...

After years, I finally know her first name... Still don't address her as that, just good to know it...

The best part of the flea market, which is not too big, not too loud and no kids running out of control, or using the handicapped electric carts as a racing car.

There is more;  I am always searching for circular porches.  I got the bug driving the streets of Cleburne after leaving the flea market.
There are so many jewels in this city.

This past Wednesday, I did my "breakfast thing for the first time since the rules were to stay out of public places"
Not all of the old cowboys who occupy a long table and visit and eat huge breakfasts, were there.
I ate, and then headed for the flea market. I found "the book lady", visited and made my purchases.  Just in time.
It started to rain.  I made a dash (really a fast amble) to the car and headed home.

I took a different route and when I turned a corner, there it was. 
THE PORCH
I started to just drive by as a woman came out of the house with a mug and chatting with a young boy.
I sucked it up, parked and got out of the car to ask if she would  mind if I took a picture of her porch.
Needless to say, I was pretty damp with rain and all.
She invited me to come up and sit.
I asked about the age of this house... 1909.
This porch is in the best shape of any I have taken pictures of.
She was worried it was messy.  I was thinking lived in...

Murals in Glenrock, Wyoming

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. ~Amy Lowell

An homage to the Pony Express Glenrock, Wyoming

Glenrock was one of the 2017 towns  in the path of the total eclipse that was visible across the US.
My niece drove from Cheyenne to this town in the wee hours to be there for the eclipse.
A year or so later, she and I were on a trek in search of post office murals.
Because of my other interest in murals, she mentioned the murals she saw in this small town.
We took a side trip and from there, I was determined to follow up on when, who and how   these massive murals were painted.
For its size, there is a lot of art to visit in Glenrock.

This is the artist "painting" with spray paint.

This is the  how   he painted this 2 story mural and others...

Be sure to click on blue link within the article for more.

This link to an in depth description of the city supporting the artist with food, water, room to stay in...

https://www.mainstreet.org/blogs/national-main-street-center/2017/08/08/artful-impact-wyomings-street-art-murals

These are photos of other art in Glenrock.

Pony Express rider

MURALS IN TOYOTA DEALERSHIP, BURLESON, TX

Oh, the things you can find, if you don’t stay behind. – Dr. Seuss

I don’t need it to be easy, I need it to be worth it. –
 Lil Wayne

When I decided to stop gardening because fate stepped in and decided for me, I did  a lot of moping and feeling empty. I love gardening so.
My sister is in a wheelchair now and is not able to do her "pots" on the deck.  She finds ways to grow flowers inside. The last visit she had a beautiful morning glory vine in her bathroom!  I would never think of growing flowers in my house.
She is my inspiration. I think our mom was what inspired we three sisters to have to garden.
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So, I found a new love.  I have always "noticed" things. With a gift of an iphone, I was/am unstoppable! I had a few point and shoot digital cameras that I used at first, took a lot of pictures of my garden with them.
The following pictures are in the waiting room of a Toyota dealership.
I asked if it would be alright to take pictures of their murals that are painted at the top of the wall starting  on one side of the room and string out to the end .

Each painting depicts the history of Burleson

There are different eras of history and one has to stop and look.

   I think hubby's letter jacket is still in the closet. 

LUNA MOTH

The world is in such a turmoil these days with a killer flu that laboratories are frantically trying to find a cure and trying various things to relieve suffering.
The whole world is attempting to curtail the spread by asking all to stay in their houses.
There are still many people who are carrying on as usual.

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I was walking in the front yard that is mostly dirt and weeds covered with leaves.  There is a Turk's Cap bush in front of my bedroom window.
Something caught my eye as not "belonging" there.  It took a few seconds to realize I was seeing a moth still partially covered with chrysalis.
I have been around butterflies and moths for many years and quickly recognized this was not a butterfly.  (The clue: Moths have feathery antenna and butterflies have very fine longer antenna)

To see this lovely miracle open its wings to dry on a chilly March day took my mind off of the world ... I took  several pictures with my iphone. Mostly, just watched the moth shed the chrysalis.
Our neighbors drove in their drive and grandma, mom and grand-daughter were taking groceries from the car.  I yelled that they must come see something they will never see again.  No questions, just plodded through wet leaves and weeds to see what the nutty old neighbor was so excited about.
Trusty smart phone camera handy and more pictures were taken.

The process from chrysalis to moth was seconds to minutes.  An unsuspecting lady was walking her dog and I called her over to see the miracle.
She too, came over and whipped out her smart phone and took a picture.
She was so pleased to see the moth that I am sure she told her family .
The next day I sent her a picture of the two moths.

 DAY 2; Checked moth early in the morning and now, there were two.
The male has more feathery antenna in order to smell the female pheromones.

This process takes hours

The black things are legs.  However, It looks to me that they are both clutching each other with one part of their antenna.

Later in the day, came out to check on them and captured this.

This is the female, (the male is on the ground dead opposite her)
It is difficult to know what you are seeing. The wings are folded at this point, the dark gray line is the top of the wings. the antenna is the small tan thing on the other side of grass. So, she is "trapped" in the grass blade and leaves.  Not wanting to harm her, I moved the leaf from her tail and one sort of on her head...
At the point of moving the blade of grass, she started trembling and in a second took off on a weak, wavering flight of about 3 feet.

The sun was very hot to me, so I grabbed a bucket, turned it upside down and placed where it shaded her.
I left her to rest and the third or fourth time I checked, she hadn't moved.
Later, at dusk went out for one more check and she was gone.
We have a huge Sweet Gum tree (one of the trees they use for placing eggs) about 15 feet away.

I am holding on to the thought that she made it to the tree.

https://www.thespruce.com/the-non-pest-luna-moth-

2656240 (1) This web site tells the information much better than me

Messenger Museum

Messenger Brothers Carriage Museum

This museum in off the beaten path for visitors to Cheyenne, Wyo. but worth the visit.

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This mounted coyote head is one of the first things you see when entering this museum. LOOKS SURPRISED TO ME (actually, someone put a bug on the end of its nose)

This bear did not look all that large. Didn't ask what it was...
brown or black?

I remember as a child seeing mounted butterflies. It fascinated me then and often wonder what happened to it.  I would stare at each butterfly and am sure I wondered where they came from.

This exhibit was a bit odd.  I don't think there was one complete animal in the group.

Cardinal and a sparow

We keep fresh water in 2 places.  This ground one is deeper and most birds, even doves prefer to bathe in it.
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Female cardinal ignoring the visitor.

Okay, so darned bird starts spraying water.

Looks as if she is wetter than the sparrow.
She must have splashed as well.

One disgusted looking, wet bird.

Chasing Depression Era Murals

Travel ought to combine amusement with instruction; but most travelers are so much amused that they refuse to be instructed. ~G.K. Chesterton, "What Is America?", What I Saw in America, 1922

I have been thinking of a trip I took last year and still haven't finished blogging about that adventure and am eager to head out again.

I want to follow highway 83 from Texas to Wyoming. The highway actually (I think) starts in South Texas and goes all the way to Canada.  It is a "boring" drive if you need sightseeing and wonderful food.... It is more of a get there without a lot of traffic highway.

Rather than sit back and stare out the window while my companion does the driving, I hope to get pictures of places or subjects that the last year's trip made me interested in.
Of course, this means stopping here and there along the way.

I have become obsessed in the history and stories of the "Depression Era" arts project.  What started out as a "simple" quest of a few murals into a full blown history lesson.

I catch myself bringing up the topic to complete strangers and love to see the "what an interesting idea" in their eyes.

It just so happens that this year's new postage stamps include a sheet with pictures of these murals. Hence standing in line at the post office gives me a chance to spread the word.

I hope to include web site links for the curious.