[Subtitled: In Which I Plan Ahead And Have My Camera With Me Only To Find This]
Photo of pasture where horses should be standing, but are not.
Photo Story
I Tried, But The Joyful Bee Would Not Cooperate
“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.”
~ William James
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If there’s one lesson that life has taught me, don’t take yourself too seriously. For instance, when you grab your camera and go out into your front yard to take a photo of the cute flag thingie that hangs from the tree, and the wind keeps blowing the cute flag thingie the wrong way, you do not get upset.
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Instead, you do your best to take a photo that captures the cute flag thingie in action. Giving it a whirl, so to speak. That is what you do.
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And then if after about 40 pics of the cute flag thingie your photo shoot has not gone as planned, you find a way to turn your experience into a charming life lesson blog post.
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Happy May Everyone. We made it through April. I do believe that it’s time to be joyful & twirl in the breeze. Care to join me?
Fuzzy The Squirrel Finds A New Home In Tree #3479
{Subtitled: What the heck is that little bugger doing now?}
ONCE UPON A TIME…
The Lady of the Suburban House looked out her kitchen window while she was drinking her morning coffee. In a strange moment of self-awareness, she realized that she was not alone. What she saw was her frenemy, a squirrel, who last year she had named Fuzzy. [More about this squirrel here.]
Say “hello” to Fuzzy.
Watching Fuzzy frolic outside in the trees that form the forest that is The Lady of the Suburban House’s backyard, The Lady of the Suburban House realized that Fuzzy, who never seems to leave her property lines regardless of the weather, had found a home of his own in a large tree back there.
Look! It’s the front door to Fuzzy’s home.
Staring closely at this large tree, The Lady of the Suburban House noticed something that she had not noticed before. Perhaps she had not been caffeinated enough when she looked out the kitchen window previously. And this is what she saw: the large tree had a number on it.
Here is tree #3479.
The Lady of the Suburban House could not explain why this tree was numbered. It seemed peculiar to her, but then many things of late had seemed odd to The Lady of the Suburban House, so she shrugged.
This is Fuzzy’s tree.
And then she came to the only logical conclusion that one could come to: Fuzzy had put the number there on the large tree so that his friends and relatives would know where he lived in the forest, that is The Lady of the Suburban House’s backyard.
~ THE END ~
Late Winter Weather Keeps Me Guessing
Delightful.
Saturday afternoon was sunny and about 55ºF outside. I wandered around our property and found this green patch of pachysandra juxtaposed against the blah browns of the forest primeval. Isn’t it a pretty reminder that Spring is on its way?
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Invigorating.
Yes, a mere 40 hours ago I was walking down these limestone steps to get to the lower terraced level of our property. In fact, once down there I paused to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine.
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Inspiring.
And then I spent a few minutes taking photos of what I saw: the blue sky above an evergreen tree surrounded by tall golden grasses, for instance.
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Dangerous.
However, that was then and this is now. Today, Monday morning, there’s white stuff everywhere, even outside the front door. Can you find the step to the stoop, covered in 3″ of snow, that leads to our front door? Look closely now.
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Annoying.
Oddly enough, it’s as if this last Saturday never happened. Sunshine and warmth? There was none that around here, you silly girl. You must have dreamed it all, says the Winter that’ll never end.
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THE SPECTACLED BEAN 