Some leaves just can’t take a hint about when it’s time to make a like a tree and leave.
These are a few photos I took one afternoon last week while the kids played in the woods by our house. The riotous color of October foliage have given way to the muted browns and grays, with occasional splashes of bright leaves.
Unidentified yellow leaf on a thorny green stem.
Stump with lichen and leaves.
Young maple, stubborn leaves.
(It won’t be long before even these scraps of color will give way to white on white.)
Water lilies in Barcelona, Spain. September, 2009.
Water lilies in Hangzhou, China. May, 2012.
Water lily in Natick, Massachusetts, USA. September, 2015.
(Apparently I take a photo of water lilies roughly every 3 years.)
As part of my Mother’s Day present, Theo gave me temporary custody of his much-loved new tiger, Tigs. First it was going to be just for the day, but then he decided I should get to have Tigs for a week. Later that week, I had a lab meeting in Boston, and I decided that I would appreciate the company of a tiger for my day.
First, Tigs helped me to feed the parking meter. Because it really bites to get a parking ticket. (And tigers know all about bites.)
Next, we walked down to the building where I had my meeting.
We made sure to stop to admire the spring flowers along the way.
After a bit, we headed back out to pick up some provisions. Again, we admired the scenery along the way.
For lunch, we opted for Thai food.
Then, we shared some coffee.
Back at the meeting, Tigs offered some editing advice on an abstract.
Then he did some light reading to keep himself amused while the humans discussed research.
When it was time to go, Tigs couldn’t resist a slide down the banister on our way out.
And then we buckled back in for the long drive home.
Overall, Tigs made a delightful workday companion. And from the happy expression on his face, I’m quite sure he enjoyed his big day in the big city.
A view of a tiger’s eye (and other eye, and nose and whiskers) at the zoo.
A toy tiger’s eye.
A piece of tiger’s eye.
I don’t know about you, but I totally have Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” running through my head now. And if you don’t have it going through your head having read that, I can only assume that you don’t know the song. Or that you are somehow not susceptible to catching earworms.