What do you think gets better with age?
While the tomatoes have long since been consumed, and yes, they were delicious straight off the vine, now I can only imagine their sweet juiciness. Luckily, I have this painting to remind me of lazier summer days and that particular garden’s bounty. Done 11 years ago, almost to the day, both the memory and the thing itself, are better for being carried forward to the present. Would it were that way for more of life’s undertakings.
Strangely, not seen on the menu this time
I always seem to get embroiled in things that aren’t necessarily my purview, often because I have some previous experience or know the best, fastest, and cheapest way to do it (yes, my way). Things usually roll merrily along until someone refuses to listen, is obstinate about following instructions or just takes me and my POV for granted.
It has been said that being less instantly reactive can be beneficial – I’m not so sure about that. Tonight I am like an unstirred pot of tomato sauce left on the stove on low heat for too long, where the bottom eventually burns – a state that is, unfortunately, irreversible and leaves a sourness in the mouth. No amount of immediate palate-cleansing helps, so you ditch it and start fresh. Or order out.
Just trying to blend in.
Some days it’s just jumping through hoops and rearranging blocks.
When all the world is free for the creating with the swipe of a finger.
It’s not always as simple as it seems.
The Farmer’s Almanac weather forecast for July in my region reads much like my biorhythm looks, all ups and downs, intense highs punctuated by icy lows, and long, lingering periods where much reaches some sort of tepid plateau. Here’s wishing for more temperate climes.
That teetering point between getting something concrete accomplished and actually moving forward.
Being a heavy sleeper has its advantages when the Professor and our pup get up pre-dawn for their daily constitutional but lately it has been the sound of thunder and sudden torrential downpours rather than any absence of warm bodies in bed that have signalled to my unconsciousness that another day has begun. This unusually cool spell has meant we have been lucky enough to be able to open the windows at night and this morning’s reveille of raindrops was a sweetly clean yet heady fragrance reminiscent of simpler times.
Autumn seems busy kissing cold toes and the streets are slick with rain washing away the dust of summer. No need to go out today…
Hollyhocks abound, reaching for the sky, where once there were none.
We’re back.
See what’s been accomplished in the entries
of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Achievement.
When north, south, east and west conspire in the reminder that beauty in nature is timeless.
ACROSS THE BORED 