Towards the end of 1991, Christo installed his yellow umbrella project here in southern California. My best friend dragged me to see it. I just knew it would be boring and unimpressive. Wow! Was I ever wrong! I couldn't get enough of them. They weren't just plunked willy nilly. They actually flowed with the countours of the land. Shortly thereafter, I took my mom out to see them. She too was very impressed. Yesterday I ran across a couple of pictures of her standing under one of the umbrellas. Alas, they are predigital so I'm unable to post them here.

My mother worked at Santa Monica hospital for many years. During this time she, and many others, knitted caps and booties for the newborn babies. Everybody bought their own materials and knitted on their own time. No baby left the hospital without a set. I sure hope this is still going on.

I learned this as a little girl in Vancouver. Crazy, eh?

The spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the birdies iz