It was snowing again this morning. The big, fat snowflakes that would normally make me all excited for Christmas came sifting down on a quiet world. There’s only one problem.
I’m not talking the in like a lion first part of March, either, but the smack-dab in the middle Ides of March.
I’m sure my Wyoming family members will tell me I’ve been spoiled by all my years in southern Utah. They are probably true. But I was lulled into a false sense of spring in February. Now it’s snowing to beat the band and the daffodils are sending up leaves as if they expect to be blooming soon.
I’m getting rather bored with taking snow photos. But today when I went to the vet to pick up cat food, I discovered a treasure trove of inspiration in the business next door to the veterinarian’s office.
In one word, this business is “funky.”
It was one of the first things I noticed when first drove into town checking out the possibility of living here. Frankly, it was one of the things that sold me on the place. Any town that has this eccentric building on its main street is a town with people who understand me.
I have no idea what is behind the doors of the peculiar building, but the yard is crammed with an odd assortment of novelties one might put in their yard, if they had very little taste, a keen sense of humor or both.
I, or course, have both.
I love the place.
But I have never actually shopped there, I’m not really sure why.
In the summer the business hangs plants and rugs depicting the Virgin Mary and Elvis on racks in front of the store to attract visitors. I’m not sure if they close for the winter, but the assortment of baubles remain in the yard proving by their very existence that they are well suited for the heat and cold of Utah weather.
Today, after the snowstorm, the sun came out and the sky turned a brilliant blue. This kitschy clutter covered in snow was more than I could resist.
But I didn’t get a lot of close up photos because I took all of them from over the fence. I was afraid the owner might chase me off with a garden stake if she/he didn’t want me to be there.
I’m planning to post a few photos a day from this place until I get something better.