Gadabout girl, take two.

I failed to register my glee a few weeks back when the crocuses popped up, right on cue. So thank you, Dear God, for bringing them back one more time. It's the same show year after year, but it never gets old. And here are those yellow tulips I was dreaming of back in December. Huzzah!




Also in springy blisses: magnolias, wisteria, forsythia. And who says xeriscaped gardens have to look drab and weedy? This one made me very happy.




At the top of the Avenues there is a house covered in gargoyles (it is a well known fact that the eccentricity level of Avenues dwellers increases as you go up the hill). You would think that five fearsome gargoyles would be sufficient to keep the house safe from all manner of imps and demons but it appears that this paranoid home owner is covering his bases, just in case his dragons are more bark than bite....







Also at the top of the Avenues on Eccentric Street, an owl-faced ostrich planter beast constructed with scrap metal. He is sporting a lovely pair of sparkly earrings. As a rule I loathe yard art, but he was a very charming monster.




Someone forgot to take the Christmas baubles out of their tree and now they're nestled in snowy pear blossoms. I loved the reflections of the flowers in the silver balls. Winter mirroring spring?







This here is where there used to be a stone observatory tower overlooking the Salt Lake Valley. Are you miffed that I just wasted your time showing you a nonexistent tower? Yeah, so was Sharon. Moving on...







Note the very tiny window by the front door of this house, covered by a very tiny iron grating. The window of a dungeon? Built by the master of the house to hold the lusty mailmen whose love children now run in the yard? A cautionary tale for other promiscuous postmen who might darken his doorstep?





To be continued....