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Thursday morning and afternoon. My goodness, it was beautiful, the kind of day that sends the soul aloft. I spotted a Red Breasted Sap Sucker in the dogwood, a new find for our yard. Later, when walking through the living room, a flurry of wings caught my eye, Robins, a half dozen of them, rooting, scattering leaves, and running alongside Golden Crowned Sparrows, two squawking Scrub Jays, and one Northern Flicker fluffed and delicately sipping water from the bath. I reveled at all the life on a mere 5300 square feet of land.

My friend Kristin came over, and we shared our stories, mine nearly finished, despite procrastinating, and hers just emerging from its shell. I am grateful for our time together, time to be encouraged and laugh, be dazzled by a thought caught mid-flight and gorgeous, to drop the bullshit and write, write, write. Cast fear aside and hop into the cocoon is the order of the day. It might get messy and loud, all those voices and threads inside, but they are nothing, really, and worth the butterfly.

I drove to the west side for Indian (dot, not feather) groceries and ankle boots. As often happens in that part of town, I got turned around thinking I knew where I was going and traversed the TV highway twice. All worked out fine in the end, spicy bhujia, candied fennel seeds, and tea, though the boots had to be ordered instead of procured for immediate gratification. First world problems.

I came home happy, ebullient even, got on the web, and learned my cousin’s girlfriend had died. Crash went my heart. Though I never met her, by all accounts she was a person I would like, determined, strong, talented, and beautiful, the type who radiated kindness and positivity. She was killed while doing what she loved, and, at a mere twenty-six, what she would have liked to do for some time. Oh, how nature reminds us to be grateful and present, and say, “I love you.”

Wet

Happy Monday to you, dear reader. It’s been wild and wooly in these parts, wet with buckets of rain and enough crazy wind to topple trees, down power lines, and make a body grateful for sturdy houses and hot tea. I dashed out a few minutes ago during a dry spell, a short lived mile-wide swath of azure beckoning me to join the chorus of birds, gusts, and drips. What a glorious day…

Out playing in the shadows, watching, listening, dreaming, loving life.

p.s.

Shadowplay is also a terrific song.

Good morning sunshine!

The garden is alive with chirping, buzzing, zooming life. Oh, and flowers! That top one is asclepias, just planted yesterday.

And sweet Paris, she likes to sun on the path.

I am going to meet a new baby today and kayak for the very first time.

Life is good!

XOXO

For my Grandparents, Mom, Martha, and Hef, who ask what flowers are blooming.

Two sunflowers in the south yard, with more than twenty on the way, all of them volunteers from last year, which makes me happy beyond words.  The little white spot on the red one is a spider, zooming past my lens.

California Poppy – with bee running circles around the pollen. I’ve got a tiny circus in my yard.

Fuschia blossoms, freshly fallen

Mallow

Verbascum

Sedum

I planted one pansy in the raised bed last summer or maybe the year before. Now I have scores of volunteers, thanks to the little bronze jewel of a seed. Happiness spreads.

“My Love” Dahlia

Day Lily

Spiderwort

Carnation – sweet and spicy. I should make a boutonniere, so I can smell them all day.

Sea Thrift – about the size of the tip of the hubster’s thumb.

Foxglove

Hidcote Lavender

Jasmine – our back porch is heady with the scent!

Me at three, rosebuds blooming on my dress.

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