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!
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.
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.
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
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