Azaleas and ME

More Bellingrath. I don't know why I post all these pictures. I think to prove to myself that I was there, that I did something in this life, even if it was just move around.

More Bellingrath Gardens

Here we are again at Bellingrath Gardens. Mommy walked most of the way through but she ditched out on the Japanese garden part (as usual) but I should cut her some slack since she had that massive back surgery - over a year ago, mind you- and buys senior coffee at McDonalds.

More Gardens

The weather was great but just a tiny bit cool. And there were a lot of other people there. Maybe we should have waited for a weekday. Overall, though, I can't say how much I love this place. It inspires me to build me castle and make fantastic flower beds. But then I want to quit school and get a job so I can do that. Then I remember the social isolation of Walker County. Then I remember that people are crappy everywhere and I always feel socially isolated. Then I want to move back there. Again. It's a vicious cycle of longing.

Bellingrath Gardens 2009

Mommy and I went to Bellingrath Gardens to see the azaleas in bloom. They weren't all blooming like they should have been- they said it would be a couple more weeks. But the gardens are always pretty. I forgot my camera so I'm using Mommy's camera and I think mine is better, but you get the gist of it.

Winter Storm 2009

Yesterday it snowed about an inch or so, then overnight it snowed even more so that I woke up this morning to about 3 or 4 inches of snow (that I had to walk through to do my laundry but, hey, it's cool). I immediately tried to make a snow-dog on my car, but the snow was pretty dry and to get it to melt enough to stick together I had to hold it so long that my fingers hurt. So, basically, I didn't make a snow dog because I am not hard-core enough to resist the pain. Gilligan would be disappointed.
I can hear it melting as I type this, so by tomorrow it should be back to icky not-yet-spring-what's-the-point weather.

Gail at the parades

Not to put too fine a point on it, but my Mommy is also one mean, lean, bead-grabbin' machine. She knows how to use her walking stick for maximum yield.

Pick at the parades

I would never quite have believed it, but my Daddy is the one you need on your team when it comes down to grabbing beads. He ducked under the barricades and ran out into the parades to collect beads off the street even. The outside daylight pictures here are from the Mullet Point parade. It's not as posh as the other parades. The floats look home-made, there are plenty of bad redneck rock bands playing in the backs of flatbed trucks and a Harley flotilla brings up the rear. But they do throw the beads!