Just a beautiful day in the neighborhood

Just a beautiful day in the neighborhood...won't you be my neighbor. I love my neighborhood, especially this time of the year. Once again I am acutely aware of summer's slow exit fading into what will soon be autumn. But I am getting ahead of myself. Stay in the moment, be the moment, enjoy the moment. I love walking my neighborhood in all its beautiful diversity. I live out by the airport so as I walk it is not uncommon for large planes to make their way over me as they prepare to land. Close enough are they that I can almost see the people staring down, wondering what that tiny speck on the ground is doing. If they were to ask I would tell them "I am taking a picture of these beautiful lilies". The fragrance of these beautiful flowers greet me as I approach them with the wonder of a 5 year old. Searching the water drops as they rivet down slowly on their deep green leaves and deep purple and luscious pink petals. The fragrance only serves to remind me how beautiful life is even on a busy street. That one only has to open their eyes to appreciate that which we pass by- day after day without ever noticing in this blur called life. And for how long will I retain this lily's beautiful smell as a car blasts by me, spewing exhaust into my inner circle reminding me that I to sometimes choose to drive, therefore missing the small water drops that fell with the early mornings rain.
Alright enough with the flower dribble...by the way this photo of the lily although taken with the cellphone was taken into photoshop and given some depth. I may walk back up later and ask the owner of this beautiful garden if I may take pictures of their beautiful flowers.
So onto the Olympics...did anybody else catch the opening ceremony last night. Spectacular! Go China go...I just finish watching or rather listened to the fencing bout...I never realized that someone could be so excited by winning their fencing match. I mean how does happen? One day many years ago a little girl sitting there,whomping on her baby brother with a willow switch when it occurs to her that some day when she grows up she too could be a famous fencer. I don't know-I guess some things still baffle my very small brain.
One other thing I am going to be a happy granma... my Blue Hondurans laid eggs...more to follow