Last weekend Bill and I were to meet a friend at the central park in San Ramon then go to his farm for lunch. This is an outting we've been planning since ah, well November-ish. We've had company coming and going, he's had weddings and other things as well. Last weekend, everything seemed perfect for both of us. Perfect except my memory. I thought we'd decided to meet at 9AM. He thought we'd meet at 8AM.
We thought perhaps he'd gone into mass while waiting for us.
I was so embarrassed when we went to see him on Monday to find out what happened. He'd arrived at the park by bus at 7:30AM and waited until 8:45. We arrived just after 9AM and waited until 10AM. Such is life. One day we'll eventually make it to his farm and meet the family.
We haven't spent much time in the central park lately, so while we waited I wandered and got these shots of what was blooming.
I have always loved watching the flowers fall from the pink trumpet tree. They spiral in the breeze and look like little ballerinas floating to the ground.
They float to the ground and make a carpet of flowers on the lawn.
Bill doesn't want one of these at our house as he'd feel the need to be constantly raking the flowers. I think they look pretty on the grass.
I like this warning sign. They are posted all over the park. If you get hit by a huge, falling palm leaf you've been properly warned.
