I love snow, but not so much on Memorial Day.
In Breckenridge, I met some friends who were covered in snow. It was almost June. Time for flowers. Not snow.
I sat on the snowy ear of a deer statue and I apologized. "Sorry for complaining." I whispered in her ear. "I heard you had a really, really long winter. I'll bet you're a lot more ready to feel the sun on your fur, than me."
I think she agreed.
Beth is sorting stuff, again. She dug up all these dolls and displayed them. That is what she does. She plays with stuff, while she tries to figure out what to get rid of.
She found dolls that belonged to her mom and her grandmother, her sister and even her sister in law. Some of the dolls belong to Beth's grown daughter and a few were Beth's when she was a child. I'm hiding somewhere in this crowd of dolls.
Beth balanced 69 dolls on the old pump organ. Later, she found some dolls that belonged to her son, but there wasn't really room for more.
In this picture I'm tucked in a pocket. "I feel lost with all the big dolls!" I told Beth.
Smaller Than Me
Beth assured me I wasn't the smallest. She posed me with the tiny dolls. But... I'm not a doll. I have fur. I always feel out of place.
Near the Grand Basin
On Mother's Day, I was in St. Louis with Beth. We visited Forest Park.
I've visited the city before and posed near the giant Arch. This was my first time in the park, where the 1904 World's Fair once took place!
The Art Museum and Lagoon
This is the lovely lagoon and art museum. They were created for the spectacular celebration, 115 years ago.
Beth's grandmother attended the fair as a little girl. Beth and her mom went the the art museum together, 75 years later.
Thinking on a Drizzly Day
The park should have been more crowded, but Beth and I had the whole area to ourselves because of the cold, damp weather. The quiet made it easier to sit and imagine the busy fair, so many years ago.
But it was Mother's Day and Beth wanted to pose me in some flowers.
Beth couldn't find any, so she posed me with the ugly plants. At least I could gaze across the water, where Beth's mother ice-skated as a child.. I looked up at Art Hill, where Beth cross country skied as a teenager... and saved a little boy, whose sled had crashed through the ice of the lagoon.
I loved imagining the stories... on that drizzly Mother's Day in St. Louis. But we needed some color.
Luckily, Beth knew she'd be traveling on Mother's Day. She planned ahead and brought some colorful artwork, made by her kids about 25 years ago. Who does that? That sounds kind of silly, but I was glad to pose with something springlike, on a colorless day.
Happy Mother's Day... Happy May!
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.