I don’t even know what this means — spotted on a steam venting pipe thing sticking out of the road across from Macy’s.

Shipping Dino!

I still remember just how terrified I was of The Wizard of Oz as a tiny child. Wouldn’t let my mother read it to me for the longest time, for fear the Wicked Witch would crawl out of the pages and eat me.

I eventually got over it and grew to love the story. And the movie – all of the movie – even the parts with the witch.

 

Lunch was pretty and the afternoon sun – plus the luxurious 31 degrees it brought – were divine.

 

Zoodles for everyone!

You has an orange? D’ar loves oranges.

Municipal art

Ever have one of those days?

She looks beautiful tonight.

But …. But …. You *have* to cuddle me – I’m chilly!