Oh man. Maybe I should be writing about my camera. My camera and the missing battery and charger. The battery and charger that I so carefully guarded and protected all month long, then lost. Lost! I am so sad and dejected. You should have seen the hot air balloon that nearly landed in our backyard. It was trying to rise, but over our yard it was still low enough for us to converse with the occupants in the basket, to look up into the balloon. Amazing. And us with Dorothy running around the yard too. I would show you how spectacular it was, but I could not find my camera battery! There are no pictures. This just slays me. (Shakes fist in helpless frustration.)
What was my point?
I am using the tiny camera. The camera that we have become so unappreciative of that we let Maria use it. The camera that is pretty good, but would probably be even better if it had occurred to me that the lens is covered in several layers of Maria fingerprints.
What was my point?
Oh yeah: These pictures are pretty lousy. Sorry about that.
I can almost pretend that it was an overcast afternoon, with a light marine layer and fog rolling in from the west. I could lie and say that I was trying a new lens-filter-setting for artistic effect. Dirty camera. Dirty camera and I probably never even bothered to check the settings. It was probably set for photographing butterflies in bright light or something... I'll have to check with Maria.
All I want for Christmas is
Yesterday, in the late afternoon, Smiley and I were deciding on spots to lay flagstone. Maria and I were handpicking larger stones to place in the garden bed outside the kitchen window. We carried rocks from the driveway through the gate and set them in the freshly graded bed. I could carry about four at a time and Maria would pick up no more than two at a time, and every time she found the ones she would carry she would exclaim with fresh interest: "This is my favorite one! Look at this beauty, mommy. It's my favorite."
Max joined us after a bit. His approach was pensive and deliberate. He carried two stones only and placed them methodically in a pleasing, thoughtful pattern.
The new bed will keep the soil from staying muddy next to the house and we can fill in the spaces with shade loving and low water-needing plants. The flagstone is giving us more access to and from the house. The rocks look pretty and the thyme that will fill the spaces between will look pretty too.
It occurred to me that if we did not want rocks, if we were pulling them out of the earth and trying to be rid of them, then it would seem like we had far too many. But we very quickly went through our supply of wanted rocks, and now I am itching to get some more. Yes, "itching." I think our afternoon in the dirt, playing with rocks, was the happiest yet, since we have moved in to the Bird House. I'm not sure even a good camera could have captured the satisfaction and pleasure I took in our labors.