A Good Day

Yesterday was a play day for the eldest chillie and me. An adventure into Big “D”.

We started with breakfast.  I love a good breakfast.Poached eggs on homemade wheat bread and jam toast is a favorite.  That’s Amy’s homemade Berry Jam. It was so good.  You can’t see it but coffee was there too.  Happiness! 

Do you know what makes breakfast even better?  Enjoying it out on the patio… entertained by Momma Kitty.  Here she is trying to camouflage herself into the bird bath.   A good day for us is driving into Dallas to “snatch” some photos.  Spontaneous photo snatching is something we both like to do.  All you do is find an interesting spot, stop the car, walk around and start “snatching”.  I like to re-find places I’ve driven by and not had time to stop.  You miss a lot of details and hidden spots driving through a city.  I make a mental note of these to come back to.  Awhile back, I remembered seeing a small garden with large Fu Dogs guarding the entrance.  We wandered till… 

We found the Fu Dogs…

Guarding the roses…

Growing below the castle

Built high in the sky…

Safe from

The mouth of the Lion…

Who drinks only the dew

fallen fresh from the flowers…

Being charmed by the music

Too heavy for the wind to carry away.  -Julie Palmer

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And then we were told of something else…

A little something hidden across the street… 

“Pee Wee’s Playhouse Meets an Opium Den.”

Oh. My. Gosh!

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Come with me,

Through the Looking Glass…

Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

Begin at the beginning ... and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

How queer everything is today! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!

If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

It was much pleasanter at home, when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.

If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter   

Curiouser and Curiouser.  

Quotes by Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

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