Perspective of a fancy Inman Park home from the street during last weekend’s festival.

When this house was built, I’m betting the owner never conceived of the street in front full of moseying folks in cargo shorts and tank tops, baseball caps and hiker sun-hats, pushing strollers in myriad forms, and carrying plastic water bottles and cans of beer.

I know, I’m repeating myself.

…and a Chinese Southern Belle. You only need one.

Need you ask? Inman Park Festival parade….

Best gnome line (out of many): Gnomeland Security (as in: “Stand back—for your own safety!”).

* One with a small plaque dating it to 1938. All four machines were shiny and exhibition-ready. No manure scent.

Our neighbors have instituted a program to check my heart health whenever I leave the house, and sometimes when I return.

The inside scoop I heard was that a kindly looking robin accompanied D as she planted this bed, which she thought nice companionability from the animal world until she discovered that the robin was uprooting each specimen she had carefully planted as soon as her back was turned—if not before.

Even though I arose before six to do so, I did my first 5K fundraiser jog-walk. With dogs and two miniature horses—okay, the latter just stayed at the finish line. But no bulldogs (the canine type).

That moon! Sky is clear. Love the color graduation. (I am simple?)

Long story short, I saw a buncha gorgeous wooden kayaks today (so ya know I got out!)—thanks* to KW—, and this was on the nose of one of the less glamorous specimens. My conclusion: a Viking(?) kayak is a rare and lovely thing.

* And thanks ever so much, KW; more than you know.

Incongruous pair of cloud-stabbers in Buckhead….

We stayed hidden from the crowds on VDay, so today I got my sweetie to take me out to lunch. Open til 2, the sign said. But, no, the waitron said, last orders were at 1:50. Long story short, we got in, ordered fast, and, mmmm.

Thanks, James, for letting me tear the Guru away so we could go to lunch. And here’s to the healing process….

I love eccentric signs in one-of-a-kind businesses in our (greater) neighborhood. As a matter of fact, I was so charmed by this sign, I didn’t even look at what kind of wine it was promoting!

For locals, we found this sign at Ansley Wine Merchants.

New app Someone Around Here found (not me); pay money and the ads go away (of course). [In fairness to the app, I obliterated our lat-long, to keep my secret location…secret.]

I’m trying to get my angles right today, after mis-IDing the froog yesterday (thnx, Felix, for straightening me out).