Village Flowers II

We got in enough camera work last week to do another article this week.

Hideaway Village...

...in Buzzards Bay

...off Buttermilk Bay...

...in Bourne.

Our neighborhood gardens hard enough that I didn't have to leave Hideaway to bang this out.

Looks like a green pepper, but I am pretty sure that it is a green tomato. 

I have a smaller and much less successful version of those daisies in my garden.

Since this picture was taken, we put in a nice bench. Someone jacked the old bench.

Thesee captions should be used to tell you what sort of flowers are in the picture, but now is the time to tell you that I got into journalism as a sports betting columnist.

My mom used to make brandy and jam out of those plums. God rest her soul, but it tasted how ketchup would taste if ketchup hated people.

I have a few buoys in my garden, so you know that this house would be getting some love.

I was gonna sneak in this yard and move the plastic thing out of the shot, but doing so would violate the photographer''s Primary Directive. Zapruder didn't do the shooting...

This is one of my favorite shots, and I'd have led off with it had I not sawed the top off the flowers. If I am shooting in bright sun, I have no idea how it came out until I look at it somewhere shady.

How ya like them apples? Ok, apple (s).

Anchor in garden = you just won a spot in Cranberry County Magazine!

There's a lot (lighthouses, clams, lobsters, cardinals) to like here.

Hidden Bunny garden style

Coolest guy in the village 

2 foot high street signs would be handy if we all sledded everywhere.

Mexico paid for that wall.

Needed one with ocean background 

Village Flowers, Pt. 1

We took a stroll and checked out some flowers around the neighborhood.

Hideaway Village, in the Buzzards Bay part of Bourne.

This website takes me from Swansea to Quincy and from Wellfleet to Brockton, but sometimes we just Stay Local.

Not only did we stay in the village for this article, and not only have we not left our own street yet, but we haven't gotten 20 feet from my house, and the next few pictures also are in that range.

Windy Hill Road has a flower war going on. It's a friendly war, as the neighbors help each other out with water and advice. It's like one of those blocks where one guy goes nuts with the Christmas lights, a neighbor follows suit, and a third neighbor lights up just for the spirit of it. Shoot, even that hack stoner journalist got out and planted a Coleus or three.

Getting the OY in our ROY G. BIV flower color spectrum.

"An idealist is one who, upon noticing that roses smell better than cabbage, assumes that they also make better soup." H.L. Mencken

Still on Windy Hill Road, btw..

We used him in a previous article, but we'll use him again because he friggin' rules.

I'm not 100% sure that we still aren't on Windy Hill Road... or some variation of it.

I think that this is technically on Windy Hill Road, even though it isn't on a road.

We went off our street for this one, bringing a 4077th touch to Bourne.

We actually strolled the whole neighborhood. If there was some big geek in your yard last week with a camera, c'est moi..

The first time that I ever saluted a flowerpot.

We have more pics, but that's why this article has a "Part. 1" in the title.