
“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend”
— Henri Bergson, French philosopher
I found an imperfection in the glass of this window, which gives the plant beyond a strange form.“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend”
— Henri Bergson, French philosopher
I found an imperfection in the glass of this window, which gives the plant beyond a strange form.Why do some days seem disastrous, near disasters, and others seem totally uneventful, mild even? Last week I heard and watched a dead tree fall into the water where I had been in my kayak not five minutes before! That sure as heck felt like a close shave.
Then, once home, I couldn't find my wallet after my solo kayak excursion, and searched for almost 2 hours, both in and around the house, as well as driving back to my kayak launching spot and combing the area, to no avail. There was absolutely no sign of it having dropped out at the beach, and I had walked the beach path twice after exiting the lake anyway, so it couldn't have been there. So, was it time to cancel credit cards before someone else found it, and begin reapplying for a driver's license?
I recalled pulling my wallet from my pocketbook before I set off that morning, but I had no memory of it after that. I got so tired of searching through the same locations over and over again without any luck, as I retraced my steps through the house, scouring the same spots as if I might suddenly find it, that I was really beginning to lose my cool. I'd NEVER misplaced a wallet before, so didn't know what to do! So I finally decided to start on one side of the house and work my way around it systematically, from right to left, whether I recalled having been there or not that morning. I came across it sitting innocently on my sideboard, next to the fruit bowl where I'd placed it when I removed a banana from the bunch to take with me. I took the banana but not my wallet. Argh! It was 2 hours of perplexing worry.
Then at dinnertime, I managed to spill a crock of sauerkraut all over the table in a disastrous carambolage of spills - what a smelly mess it made! The towels I used to wipe it up stank out the laundry room with a smell of methane until I got round to washing them.
Oh, and that wasn't the end of the day - I was soaking my fingernails in a bowl of warm water while I watched TV to try and relieve the discomfort from a sliver up my nail, when I nodded off and spilt water all over myself. It was a shocking way to wake up, that's for sure!
Honestly! How can so many near-disasters happen in one day?
It took 135 years for the U.S. to acknowledge and recognize a SECOND day of Independence for some people in our country, who became independent (emancipated, freed) citizens a full 100 years after the rest!
Let's not go backwards ...
These spidery remains were floating on the surface of the water, making the creature look a lot more scary than a live one! I suspect its body has been opened up and folded open, making it look a lot longer.
This beautifully dangling inflorescence is a shrub oak (Quercus ilicifolia), which I think would make the most amazingly delicate and elegant earrings, made in silver of course!
Okay, so it's not Tiffany's, but where else can you get 2 red squirrels dining with you? So touching ...
I'm celebrating 5 years of blogging! I started during COVID with a photo of a non-native rose (which is still going strong after giving it to a dear friend), which reminded me of my Mom.
Interestingly, my currently flowering native Virginia raspberry (Rubus odoratus) is almost the same color as that rose. I adore this gorgeous plant.
Here is my first ever post:
Roses always remind me of my Mom. Though I'm not particularly fond of cultivated flowers, it's the association with her that makes them notable. This one was left behind by the previous homeowner, and now lives in a pot since it doesn't fit in with my Natives-Only garden theme.
I'm back on the water! Sheesh! I've already had one tick bite since I got home, and 2 unattached ones looking for an opportunity - at least the lake is safe ...
I came across a gray catbird in the water whilst out kayaking, and though it was no longer alive, its beautiful feather patterns and coloration begged to be admired. Look at the delicate gradations of texture and color up close - so amazing!
It has the most amazingly elegant legs and claws, too.
I'm no longer physically in England or Holland, but my mind is still there, despite a 12 hour sleep in my own time zone! I'm so energized and excited by my travels that I feel as if I'm singing "The hills are alive, with the sound of music ..." (as in this photo of me enjoying a mossy wall at a waterfall).
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Photo: P. Broderick |
- milk products are exceptionally, deliciously creamy (higher fat content) - YUM!
- a trash can cleaning service (extra) was available to paying customers, who wished to have their rubbish bins washed out on the curb after pick-up.
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Photo: P. Broderick |
We had an early start to reach Amsterdam's Schiphol airport for our flight to Boston. I kept falling asleep during the 1.5 hour car ride to the airport.
We have reached our last day in fair Britannia ☹️
What a delicious spread we had for breakfast! Ooh, yum - we had trouble choosing between Weetabix, fresh strawberries, cream, lemon curd yogurt, bacon and eggs. We had to decline the toast due to being satiated.
It's hard to focus on the present when scheduled travel is imminent: packing and weighing bags, checking in for flights, keeping track of passports, etc preoccupy one's thoughts. So we simply sat and chatted after we had shopped for a few more nostalgic treats - Peppermint Crisp, fruit dainties and yet more Crunchies
And then, more delectable food - steak rolls for lunch! Thanks, Craig, they were.
Leaving these beautiful pastoral scenes behind is hard
Heavy rain pummeled us en route to Stansted, but thankfully it didn't have repercussions or cause delays. I think it was the heaviest rain we'd experienced in England. Dinner was snacks of cold cuts, crisps, apples and ... chocolate at the Stansted airport before flying to Eindhoven.
All plans and connections went smoothly, and before we knew it, we were having Espresso martinis with Hein on our final night in Holland.
We set off early from Cornwall to return our car to Cambridge, so the day was a series of interchanges, motorways, slip roads and traffic, but no major setbacks.
As we moved west, the landscape opened out and it was easier to see fields and barns without the tall hedgerows blocking our view.