I left just before 8 a.m. this morning to get my hair cut at Supercuts. I have PT just after noon. Then I hope I’m in for the weekend. I’m not accustomed to having to go out so much.
When I picked up Charlie yesterday from the groomer, the rain was coming down in thick sheets. I could hardly see to drive. But today is sunny and warm.
Charlie didn’t want his photo taken, so this was the best I could do. Sometimes he is shy about it.
Ivy is sprawled across the coffee table. She’s already been after me for her canned food. I feed them a bit of that twice per day.
Because I got up early, her internal clock must be off. I don’t typically feed them till 10 a.m. or after. She has dry food to eat.
I promise she doesn’t go hungry.
She keeps her gray mouse toy close. It is her new favorite toy. Even more than her swirly plastic toys, which she still plays with a good bit of the day. I call it her mouse baby.
I haven’t seen the possum for a few days. Maybe it has moved along. I hope nothing happened to it. Kind of miss seeing it up there in the tree branches staring down at me.
I really didn’t buy much in the way of flowers this year except for petunias. Usually I have more color diversity on my patio.
But this year so much came back in the pots from last year that I didn’t have as much emptiness to fill. That’s a good thing!
However the petunias are making up for the lack of other flowers. They are really out doing themselves. I do go out several times a day and deadhead them and cut them back if need be.
That has become my therapy. Tending to my plants. I can’t imagine not wanting to grow things. Because it has always been in my blood.
From the time I ran through tall cornstalks in my granny’s garden till now, when I’m a senior myself, gardening has always been a big part of my life.
Probably that early introduction has something to do with it.
There’s just something about watching shoots emerge from the dirt, tending to them once they’re up, and then watching their steady growth that makes my heart sing.
I guess aside from gardening and reading, my favorite thing to do is to go out and photograph nature. I am so at peace with plants and trees in my view finder, looking for angles that please me.
And then coming home and downloading them to my laptop is yet more fun. I get to see if what I saw came through so I can show it to you.
Photography is much like writing. It is a creative endeavor that speaks any language. You can take photos of one thing a dozen ways and they all look different.
For over 20 years I’ve wanted to have a camera close by. I guess it’s like most people with their phones.
Communicating through photography is silent yet says so much.
It speaks to what the photographer thought when they took it. What mood they were in. How they see the world in general I suppose.
I see beauty all around me. From a lowly dandelion to a spiderweb, I find all these things fascinating. Being someone who walks right by all these things without seeing them is just foreign to me.
People who rush through the world sometimes miss so much. I’ll never be like that. Because I can’t get enough of what the world has to show me.
What it offers me on a daily basis. Eye candy for the soul.
“Of what use are lens and light to those who lack in mind and sight?” – Anonymous