The little pump house

Without cars this springtime blocking the view, the flowers are just out there for their own pleasure.
I sure do miss the tourists!

Black Mountain Beautification group does a great job clearing out the beds for flowers to bloom. I don't know that this is a pump house...it has that strange looking vat outside the door. I wonder what is really inside. Ha, there's even a window that a brave enough soul could peak inside! Not I.

Thanks to my friend, Tim, for picking up some groceries as he was driving right past a nearby store and left them on my porch. You never know how much you want a fresh piece of fruit, and now I've got one!  The bananas have all been frozen, and I had a great smoothie for supper last night.

And for the musical folks...adding a bit of Playing for Change this morning to a post that's already gone out. Honkey Tonk Woman.  YES!