benign neglect

benign neglect

my husband is working with a publisher on a manuscript about our families deep immersion into rural languedoc in southern france. he let my 82 year old mom read a recent draft of the manuscript. in the book, he describes me as a “middle child raised with benign neglect.” my mom read it and was kind of hurt. “you were not neglected” she insisted. we tried to lighten the situation by emphasizing the adjective–benign. anyway, to make a long story short, she eventually came back and admitted, after thinking about it some more, that it was indeed the case. i had been more or less lost in the middle, among others that either needed or demanded all of the available attention. so now it’s a family joke. anyway, that is long wind up to explain why i titled this photo of gerbera daisies, slumped as they are by lack of fresh water and attention, benign neglect. worry not, my little peach friends, you will all be stronger for it!

gerbera daisies

  • Kate says:

    As the 4th of 5 kids and a gardener/floral designer, i see a freshness and beauty to the angle of these gerberas that i would never have seen from the front. Like children, they each have a toss and a turn of their own. Maybe it’s the frozen tundra outside my window talking, but beauty on!

    reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

nudging out winter

nudging out winter

i just pulled up the forecast and see we have rising temperatures for the next 10 days. it appears we have finally nudged out winter, and soon the sap will start to run and the final few weather beaten leaves from last summer will be pushed from the trees to make room for the the swelling buds.

 

  • Jody says:

    I see it happening here too. We still have a lot of snow, but with these warmer days, there will be bare ground soon enough. I saw a robin yesterday so that is hopeful!

    reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

beauty in repetition

beauty in repetition

we spent the entire day cutting channels into the ice with ice chisels, trying desperately to  stem the flooding in our basement by diverting the meltwater sheeting down our driveway toward our house. in other words, i didn’t have a lot of time to make a STILL photo. so, the potted palm in the foyer it is. but, hey, just look at the perfect repetition in those leaflets. i may have been a little mad at mother nature this afternoon, but i have forgiven her already.

palm frond

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

stumped

stumped

sometimes i just like to offer something a little unexpected to you all. i have just spent half an hour figuring out what to say about this image. i’m stumped.

fir stumps with eastern gray squirrel

  • Charmian McLellan says:

    Great concept, Mary Jo. Awwww. So cute! We still (that word again) have four and a half feet of snow. Lots of white out our windows.

    reply
  • Pam Jaco says:

    Well, I guess you need our help? Sorry, I’m stumped, too….

    reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

on getting lucky

on getting lucky

every now and then i get lucky. no, it doesn’t mean my husband and i sneak in a “nooner.” by lucky, i mean that a STILL photo more or less makes itself. all i have to do is notice it and find my camera. that’s what happened with these  dried palm fronds. they were there. i took their photo. they spilled off the top of the image. it worked. i didn’t even need to crop. they were the right shades of russet and blond. they were the right combination of curled and straight. i lucked out.

 

dried palm fronds

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

"/> "/>