271/365 Ambulance

Just driving by. Lights and sirens on, but no police escort. Just an ambulance. Like always: a fire house is a block away.

270/365 Peony Memory

They're gone, of course, dropped their petals and shriveled up brown. The leaves are still flourishing amongst the hostas and vinca. Mine are "Sarah Bernhardt" according to the catalog they were ordered from. I like the reference if nothing else.

269/365 Spring Evening

268/365 There it is

We went outside and gathered hail. And it got darker and darker again. Finally we all decided that was enough and we went back into our respective houses.

267/365 Billy in the Hail

266/365 Hail, hail, the gang's all here

Let's go play in the hail!

265/365 Hail

So the storm passed and before the next storm we ran out and played with the hail. We are weather dorks.

263/365 The back

Note the ball tossed in the air as I took the photo.

262/365 Suddenly the tallest tree

Suddenly I have the tallest tree on the alley. Maybe not quite--there's a black walnut two houses up that is pretty tall. But this red-silver hybrid maple is close. I love this tree. But it is too tall. Too tall to live with the wires. Ah well. Life is full of risk.

261/365 Spring in the Alley