pretty in pink
happy may day all. my dad was a first generation romanian immigrant. his mom never knew the exact day he was born. but she remembered there was a village may day celebration around the time she gave birth. so, they picked May 1st as his birthday. he was always a little embarrassed by that story of his beginnings. i always thought it was fabulous. Happy Birthday Papa!
my neighbor has a stand of red pines in his yard. coming down the driveway from walking the dog today, this large (about 18 inches long) piece of bark was in my path. the mottled orangey-pinks and grays were a perfect complement to the drippy gray day.
red pine bark (pinus resinosa)