Look at this precious honey bee searching from one teensy weed flower to the next, pollen covering his antenna, thorax and even bundles of it wrapped around his wee legs!
I leave you with some chamber music…
Bee Mine
First Crinum ’21
I always take a picture of the first lily blooming each year, so here we are.
Also, look at this silly bugger, taking off like crazy!
Dormant for years, it now thrives. There must be a lesson in there somewhere.
Emerging
I’m coming out of a hole. Digging up. While in one I never comprehend the walls and floor are dirt. That the light is low. That communication is muffled at best. There’s no love, no laughter. Numb to everything else, I bury myself in ancient reruns and audio books and the rest of the world, myself included, is shut out.
It’s not until I stick my nose above the dirt that I recognize there is a world and it’s alight with living. Because whatever I was doing was not living.
Don’t think I’m bi-polar, since this didn’t start until sometime around or after age 55. Some holes are very bad and I can’t find my way out for a month or more. Others are short, as I believe this to be. How would I know, really, since there are no timepieces in holes. I almost wrote hell. Don’t know when I dig in or how long I languish therein.
Luckily, this wasn’t a sinkhole.
I bought paint. And new drapes. Clawing my way out, one purchase at a time. I buy, therefore I am.
Year
“Make yourselves sheep and the wolves will eat you.”
Benjamin Franklin
It’s been a year since “15 Days to Stop the Spread”.
I’m one of the lucky ones. Unlike many people who lost their homes and businesses my life hasn’t changed all that much. I still lounge around the place with the Man (who works from home), the only difference being my groceries are usually delivered. Oh, I’ve been to the store, which is packed by the way. Last week I noticed the ‘One Way’ strips are gone. They’re getting back to normal except for the ubiquitous masks. Too bad many other businesses aren’t as lucky.
Take, for instance, outpatient procedures. Not a hospital. They wouldn’t even allow me in the building, let alone in the room with Mike before and after he underwent a colonoscopy, which has been the norm in the past. Next month another procedure and another “wait in the car”.
Guess masks and distancing don’t work.
Continue reading “Year”A Change is as Good as a Rest
I heard that somewhere, a long time ago. Don’t know that I believe it, though. Here’s my change: a plant I put in the ground at least five years ago decided to sprout and flower. One stalk, now two. Where the devil has it been?
No more unplanted gardens! In another bed more plants that I actually planted are coming up; it’s a bit unnerving.
Why now??
Behr
It’s time to paint again, this time the living room, kitchen and dining area. Might take me awhile, but if I never start I’ll never finish.
The samples I’ll try: Park Avenue, Burnished Clay & Doeskin Gray. These are browns, by the way.
Have I told you how much I love little Behr sample pots? Yeah, well. We all gotta be somewhere. 😉
Nose Prints
It’s not as if I never clean the glass, but…
…and Badger, sulking because I’m using the iPad on the sofa. She won’t come near it for some reason.
Covid Tests
Link from RedState because I’ve used up all my NYTimes views for this day/week/month, but the info comes from them.
This is not a political blog; done that, been there. Not going back.
