STROLLING BETWEEN ROWS

 

These female workers are making their way through rows of bombs during WWI.  I can think of more pleasant rows of things for them to make their way through.


Like rows of colorful daisies

Or a row of hydrangeas in Scotland’s Inverewe Gardens.  I love blue hydrangeas in particular. To make sure hydrangeas produce blue blooms, add coffee grounds to the soil.


I don't know where this long row of hydrangeas is, but they're beautiful and so is the surrounding countryside.  A walk along this row would be delightful.

They could stroll through rows of shading trees with soft grass underfoot.

Or walk along a row of benches in a beautiful park.

When ScotSue and I wandered through Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh in early September of 2015 there wasn’t a seat to be had on the benches lining the walkway in this picture.

They could make their way through decorated chairs set up for a wedding to find the perfect seat from which to view the proceedings.

Or slip between rows of colorful beach chairs, toes squishing in the soft sand.

They could meander among bench cabanas with a relaxing view of the ocean.

Or sleuth their way around these (I'm guessing?) wicker beach chairs with cute striped awnings looking for an empty one.  They seem to be facing the wrong way, however?

Ducking up & down rows of beach umbrellas could be fun.

They could pack a picnic basket and wend their way through rows of shaded picnic tables to find just the right one.

What could be more fun than skirting between rows of wild animals on a favorite merry-go-round looking for the perfect perch?

Or threading through rows of Emperor Penguins?

Or, arriving a tad late, they could try making their way through a crowded theater to find their seat.  Of course it couldn’t be that nice empty seat on the end of row five.  Oh no.  It has to be a center seat.  Here’s hoping the show was worth it, but it still beats wandering through rows of bombs!

:-> 

La Nightingail

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  1. Mike BrubakerMarch 29, 2026 at 7:35 PM

    All lovely photos of groups of things. I have a fascination with repeating rows of objects, too. Photos like crowds of penguins or long lines of umbrellas always catch my attention. And I always enjoy looking at the audience at a concert from my position on stage. I have laughed to see people arrive late and shuffle into those last remaining seats which are always in the center!
    But once long ago I was one of those people!

    Years ago I took my wife and son to a band concert at our local university. My son was then about age four but we thought he was civilized enough to listen attentively until at least intermission. Afterall his dad was a musician, so he already knew something about music. When we arrived we discovered the auditorium was packed, nearly a full house. The only vacant seats were down front in the center. So we made our way toward them as the band on stage warmed up, ready for their conductor's entrance. As we sat down my son somehow got his little arm wedged into a folding seat. First it was a whimper, then a yowl! I stood up desperately trying to pull his arm free, which, as my wife later scolded me, was the wrong thing to do. Now it was howls and bawls! With some help from a woman in the next seat his arm was released, but we fled the theater before the downbeat. No harm was done but the stain of parental embarrassment remained for a very long time.

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    1. La NightingailMarch 30, 2026 at 9:20 AM

      I'm sure the incident with your young son at the concert wasn't funny while you were dealing with it, but I'll bet it brought a smile and a good chuckle later. Too bad you had to miss the concert, though. Having raised 3 kids, I've laughed later over some of life's embarrassing moments - although it wasn't always because of the kids!

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  2. ScotSueMarch 30, 2026 at 4:19 AM

    After going so long unable to comment online, I am delighted to find all of a sudden that lthe s working for me. What a wonderful, colourful and uplifting set of images - I would never have thought of "Rows" as a theme. Thank you too for mention on the lovely photo of Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh - we share some happy memories! .

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    1. La NightingailMarch 30, 2026 at 9:14 AM

      So neat to see your comment here! So glad to see you can do it again. And yes, we do share some lovely memories of being able to do some things together in person!!! :))

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