Sunday Selections # 339

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.
Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.

Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.

If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.

let's begin with a wander around:

snowflakes are blooming in several gardens

jonquils too

and this is just a small section of a row of daffodils getting ready to bloom.

this lavender is taller and wider than I am

this is the porch area of the community centre, this is where the Wednesday barbecues are held

and this is the disgusting greasy mess left behind each week, by that barbecue (and they wonder why there is a rat problem) I won't show the uneaten food scraps that get thrown into the rose garden 😦

I like the look of this "braided" palm trunk

this sprawling wide and tall bush doesn't look like much,

but it does have gorgeous, 

purple,

flowers.

clivias are covered in bright red seed pods

and here are just a couple of things Loony Louie upstairs has had installed for his personal comfort, a sky light and a spinaway to remove hot and/or stale air

much progress has been made

on the new house down the road

I like the rendered sections which will eventually get painted

and the two smaller houses behind are also going ahead well.

Now for something REALLY special......

introducing........

Lola, who is NOT  a showgirl, but an eight year old girl rescued from the local Animal Welfare Centre

here she is having a good sniff around

when she rolls around on the bed, she looks a lot like Angel.

Lola is very quiet, independent, likes to be left alone, but also likes to have her head rubbed and her shoulders scratched. She was raised indoors, so has no interest in going out, doesn't even sit by the open door. 
She spends all day sleeping under my bed and roams around at night, eating and coming for her pats and cuddles, then goes back under the bed before I wake in the morning.
What will happen when Angel comes back home? Well, I'll have two cats.