Shorty had grown weary of her red shirt and I had been promising for a couple of weeks to put a bird on it. ( I still find this funny and, although you may have seen it before, I'm putting it in for Ms Julie W. of the Samoa W's.)
This Indian printer's block has been used for many a Christmas card a la partridge in a pear tree and other Yuletide birdies. My clever brother and his lovely wife brought a few of them back for me instead of a Goa t-shirt. After painting the flocked block with some good ol' titanium white....
we stuck a bird on it...or two.
These button eyes were chosen from the designer's personal button repository. They may have changed colour since. She is a fastidious designer.
Here it is with felt beaks and different eyes and embroidered leggies. She refuses to wear it....
Meanwhile the wisteria is in bloom, unseasonal but lovely.
This tree needs more of a swing and less of an agave plantation. We built a whole driveway around this old poinciana which was planted by the original owner of the house, Annie Twist, when she moved in in the thirties. More about her later.
A little surrealism in real life appeared next to the carport for a day or two to give the neighbour (and me) cause to wonder. Look, the Big Fella is floating his boat, okay!
These float mine. The moonlight grevillea is going crazy guns with big, puffy blossoms. We planted this tree for a baby's birth but I can't remember which baby.
(I still can't believe the micro-muggins won't wear that shirt!)
