It’s the first time in the second season I’ve had Forget-Me-Nots return as a larger cluster than they were the previous year (normally they dwindle and/or peter out). I think I finally found a good spot in my garden, even as this blue blossomed beauty now extends beyond the outside perimeter of the garden boundary line. Instead of restricting this beautiful expanding cluster to the original planned boundaries, I have expanded the boundaries to embolden its extended reach.
Walking through my bedroom, a mottled red box that is on most occasions unconsidered caught the corner of my eye, and acquired attentiveness yet further as I opened it up to peruse its contents of yesteryear. My yesteryear, but also interwoven with the yesteryear of others, directly or indirectly.
Before there was the Internet and Facebook where one could indicate their relationship status, there were these little pins. “I AM LOVED”
Back in the 80s when these came out, the trend was that a person wore these right side up if they had a boyfriend/girlfriend. Mine was infinitely upside down. Teen angst sneered at mom when she tried to plea, “But you are loved, because we love you very much.”
“Geez, Mom! You just don’t get it.”
This morning I saw through the curtains a mottled tan blur, and more distinctly above, long feathered wings back-dropped by the white tongue-and-groove ceiling of my porch, of what I was certain to be a hawk. A hawk on a mission. I dashed to where I keep my camera near that same front window, and while digging the camera from its bag I was simultaneously peering out the window and saw a small reddish bird. It was about the size of a house finch, but more mauve-like across its entire body, sleek, and with a long-ish tail. This little bird was sitting on the lower railing at the end of my porch, earnestly looking around, hopping in near circles, oblivious to my presence as it notably had a more prominent danger at hand. It then darted off the protective railing in the direction around the side of my house and swoosh, the streak of a hawk jetted after its prey. I ran outside but they were no more to be seen. I don’t know which would prove to be the victor of this morning’s game of life.
Note: The cover image is not my own photo. I was unable to get a picture of either bird.
There is a field to the side of the road near my work destination that I knew would look way-cool this morning. I actually went a slightly different route, just for that reason, as I wanted to take some pictures. Unfortunately, due to the weather conditions, pulling off on the side of the road screamed of an accident waiting to happen and the only other way to get a vantage point was restricted, as I didn’t have a hard hat with me. (Yes, I actually have safety glasses in my car. I have a hard-hat, too, but alas, it was at home.)
I did find a little spot with a few trees that had to suffice.