Whenever technology does not cooperate, it gives me pause. Like this: I just wrote a post listing the many things that wore me out yesterday and then, when I switched from PC to phone to add pictures, the post wouldn’t (and wouldn’t) load and I concluded:
Ha! So it WAS too revealing and it WAS too whiny. Let it languish unpublished!
In the interim of the failed upload, I came across this picture. Yesterday I knelt to inspect the delicate pink ribs and the teeny dark dots in a kind of awe. An airing curtain had blown down and then a leaf (from where?) had blown down and rested on top, almost like a gift made for me and me alone. In any case, it was a scene of casual and spontaneous beauty that called for notice. And it, too, was part of my day. My supposedly awful day.
Almost enough said. Finn will be fine. Danny will be fine. I will survive the next assault of sound. Really.
Thank you for sharing your gorgeous present. I can’t help but laugh at Finn in his Cone. I hope he recovers quickly.
Hi Dana. Just a nasty rip to one of his paws that required a couple of stitches. He should be better within days. And, yeah — I can’ t help laughing at him, either. He knocks into things, tries to scratch his head and can’t, and mostly looks ridiculous… poor guy. I try to hide my laughing.
love the gift of leaf on lace
me too. I found a dead finch on my walk later, too, which is in my freezer right now. Beautiful feathers, Mo!!