Spring has sprung in Missouri, which means Francisco and I spent Saturday morning wandering around the Missouri botanical gardens.
After, of course, stopping at the nearby World's Fair Donuts. The couple who run the place are like clockwork--the woman is always ringing up the purchases for people in a never-finished line and the man is busily making more donuts, stacking them on his finger as he cuts them out of the dough.
Afterward, when we were sitting on a bench eating our purchases, a man walked by with his rescued greyhound. He said that his greyhound gets between two and four blueberry glazed everyday. He said that she cries when she enters the store if there isn't a pile of blueberries. (That specific day, Deborah had thrown in a fifth, so the dog was especially pleased.)
The flowers above remind me of spiders.
I hate being outside in the winter, but, boy, the spring comes and I want to stay outside all the time.
(Botanical gardens 1 and 2)
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