Back At It

After weeks of recovering from a silly knee injury I’m back out walking the dogs and taking pictures of things that catch my fancy again!

The dogs and I are all smiling about that! Now it might be time to look for some birds…

Blue Skies and Bath Time

Despite the popular misconception that geese, and ganders in particular, are jerks, I am here to report that of my veritable menagerie of animals this guy is the only one that wasn’t causing problems today.

Of course if you have a bath to yourself under beautiful blue skies on an unseasonably warm day, what do you have to be grumpy about?

Hugs

Gratitude prompt #7: “A friend or something that reminds you of a friend.”

Of course I don’t plan these days ahead of time. That’s never how I work and, as most days mid-pandemic, actual in-person photographable/selfieable friends were in short supply.

“No problem” says I to myself. I’ll just find something interesting in the house that reminds me of a friend to photograph. I started looking around.

Now, it’s completely possible that the fact that I:

A) don’t really “decorate” my house per say and

B) am terrible at buying non-functional things for myself.

And this has something to do with the fact that nearly everything I looked at reminded me of a friend.

I have art from friends on some walls and art gifted by friends on others. There are plants by the windows that were given by friends and plants that were delivered by friends. The capoeira instruments in the corner were made with friends and are played with friends. The mugs on the shelves are gifted from friends, the piano was my best friend’s grandma’s. The light in the corner is connected to another friend’s light in another state. There is a stuffed bee from a blogger I’ve never met in real life and a necklace hangs by the mirror from another that I have…

And on my bed is a stuffed bunny. One of those ridiculously round and unbelievably soft squishmallo types. It came to me early in covid on my birthday with a note “Since I can’t give you hugs.”

I hugged my bunny. I took its picture and I looked around my house filled to the brim with “hugs” from friends whichever way I looked.

Maybe its that I’m a terrible interior decorator but I like to think it’s just that I have excellent taste in friends.

Rich

There is nothing that feels more decadent than shuffling about my plants to fit them all in the greenhouse for the winter.

I could pretend these nasturtiums are to go with my salad greens or the herbs I overwinter or the other mildly responsible plants that allow me to feel justified in keeping the heat on.

But in truth, it is that their bright blooms from seeds worth pennies make me feel like the luckiest woman in the world on a dreary January day.

Absolutely No Idea

After my concussion I listened to a book called The Ghost In My Brain by Dr Clark Elliott. I absolutely remember it being a fascinating listen into the Dr.’s own recovery from his concussion and it’s prolonged symptoms.

I absolutely remember that there was the perfect analogy and explanation of what low energy reserves and neuro-fatigue are like.

But currently, having spent the last week and a half bouncing from one energy reserve crash to another, I have absolutely no idea what that analogy was.

Tonight I have herbal tea and the fuzziest blanket it the world helping restore my world. Perhaps tomorrow will be a day for remembering.

Rubber Boot Mornings

The cold air through the window at night smells of winter and frost has taken all the unprotected flowers.

Mornings are delightfully chilly and so long as I drain them well, the hoses still run during the day.

I love the winter but I’ll miss these in-between days of frosted leaves, rubber boots and running water.