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A Red Leaf

A red leaf.

I forgot everything else I saw yesterday morning. The first sunflower in bloom. The wispy pink and white morning glories. The white African daisy with its dark purple center.

The red leaf. Fall in summer.

"Hey!" said the sunlight.
Red leaf in bright light.
Red leaf in some light.
Red life in shade.
"Hey!" said the sunlight.

When I previewed the photos on the computer I saw it then.
Had I looked away? Had I blinked?
A shiny black bug on the red leaf.
Where did it come from?

A black-and-white map?
An overview of a terrain of some sort?
For reconnaissance?

A red leaf.

It's Mosaic Monday, so I thought I'd try something different today.  Good cheer, Everyone!

Weather or Not

1. Have you ever had a vacation ruined by the weather or did you just work around it?
A change of weather is part of the adventure. My body still recalls the warm happy drenching from a passing rain cloud while waiting for a bus east of Waikiki.

2. What small changes do you feel people could make to give the planet a fighting chance against global warming?
I would've thought after 50 years, we have this down: Plant trees and vegetation; purchase appliances, vehicles, and machinery that are environmentally friendly; conserve natural resources; recycle, reuse, repurpose.

3. Are you adversely affect by the weather, such as SAD? I'm not aware of anything. 

4. How is the weather where you are and have you seen drastic changes in it during your life time?
Dry. If it weren't for the coastal weather drifting through a low mountain range, probably 80s would be unbearable.  It rained more around here when I was a kid. I think the change in weather is mostly due to human activity. Th…

Q's and A's & Mosaics

LeeAnna of Not Afraid of Color suggested I give Sunday Stealing a try.  It's a weekly meme, hosted by Bev Sykes, that comes up with a different list of fun questions, from elsewhere on the Internet, every Sunday. I think of it as answering surveys in magazines, once upon a time.

So, here I go with this week's questions.

1. If you could be a Muppet, which would you be?
The Muppets came along when I wasn't watching TV, but I did get hooked on the Muppet Babies. Among the babies, I would be Skeeter. She didn't get much play on the show, but from what I saw, the girl had a lot of gumption and moxie.

2. Why is a chicken crossing the road in the first place?
To see how a cow is out standing in its field.

3. What's your favorite muscle?
Heart or brain? Brain or heart? Without the heart pumping away, the brain can't live so I'll go with the heart.

4. Cheerios or Rice Krispies?
Snap, crackle, pop, please.

5. Is summer ever going to get here? 
Summer appeared in mid Ma…

Golden Apricots

"Have we seen this movie before?" I asked the Husband. "This looks familiar."

"I don't think so. But it seems like I've seen this scene, too."

Two weeks later, more or less, another movie. Said the Husband, "We already saw this movie."

"We saw the documentary about his life. But it does seem like we saw something else."

"This movie."

It turns out the Husband and I had seen the first movie, Olive Kitteridge but not the second one, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. Two thumbs up for both of them.


Missy Molly the pinky-nosed (wild) Cat sleeps anywhere she wants.  So, I shall tiptoe over toMosaic Monday.

The Good Life

"Summertime and the livin' is easy. . ."

So it was, at least, yesterday.

We watched a Mama turkey and her two babies amble through a hole in a fence. Not ours, though I wouldn't have minded.

A deer stood still in the middle of the country lane we traveled. 

We sipped a sappy margarita that I concocted out of tequila, triple sec, lemonade, and guava juice. It tasted like cough syrup but we drank it anyway. Next time, I'll leave out the triple sec and lemonade and maybe I'll come up with a guava margarita.

We sat outside in the late eve, the Husband, Missy Molly, and I. What pleasure! The Husband plucked a ripe apricot off the tree for us to share. Deep in flavor, the kind that makes your tummy sparkle and you sigh into a smile. 

Figs! Charlie, short for Charlotte, has borne fruit, at least six of them! That's a first for the "Little Miss Figgy" dwarf tree that friends gave us in 2018.

Bean vines are twirling their way up and along strings …

Monday's Post by Molly

Missus Lady said today's post is mine to do, if I like.


Missus Lady and Mister Man did errands today. Miao, miao. They skipped the pet store mowrrr because Missus Lady's mask flew off her head.

Said Missus Lady (which I'm repeating word for word), "I'd just pushed my mask up on my head and opened the car window. I heard a scraping sound so I leaned out the window to see if anything was dangling from the car. Nothing, but then I saw something pink fly by me. It was my mask."

"We turned around to fetch it. As Missus Lady got out of the car, a big rig ran over the mask," added Mister Man (not those exact words but that idea).

Miao, miao. Missus Lady retrieved her mask from the middle of the empty street. Miao. Because it was no longer safe to wear and Missus Lady is the designated shopper, my humans came home.

It's the green can for dinner tonight. Mowrr.

I am glad my Humans are home, safe and sound, even without different f…

The Very Young Butterfly Catcher

The story I was told.

She was a child.
Ang ubing. Maybe three, maybe four.

She had fallen ill.

Terribly sick.

"She pinched the air," said Lola Julia, "like she was catching butterflies."

- 30 -

Mosiac Monday at Letting Go of the Bay Leaf is where I'm heading now. Come join me.

Imagining I'm There

"I want to be there," said the Husband.

Me, too.

The other day I was missing the sight of granite, miles and miles of exposed surface of batholith mountains. In particular, the Sierra Nevada mountain range. More specifically, Desolation Wilderness in the El Dorado National Forest, west of Lake Tahoe.

Every year, for nine years, the Late Great First Husband and I backpacked the Sierras. At least one trip was to our favorite spot, Pyramid Lake in Desolation Wilderness, above Horsetail Falls, off of Highway 50.

These photos are from my first backpacking trip up Horsetail Falls. The original prints were overexposed. Thankfully, I kept the pictures and was able to "clean" them up a bit in Photoshop.

Talk about following the First Husband with complete trust while carrying 25 pounds, more or less, of food, gear, and reading material on my back. I don't know what it's like today, but back then, once you got to the base of the falls, the way up and down the m…

Pop Go the Roses!

All of a sudden, Mama's roses are in bloom.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

I heeded the experts and hacked away at most of the rose bushes when it was pruning time. Mama liked to let them grow tall. So do I. It's just that the roses got to looking wimpy and straggly and all things not good.

Pop, pop, pop. Pop!

About two years ago, I transplanted this orange rose bush from the other side of the backyard. The butterfly bush had a way of hiding it away from the sun during the summer.  This year it looks so much happier than last year.

Pop. Pop! Pop.

It's time for Mosaic Monday. Click hereto check out photo collages by other bloggers. Take care out there!

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Breathing Deeply

I finally got around to sewing face masks, two for the Husband and two for me. I only had one oopsie. The photo shows a collage of mask #5.   :-)
I followed a pattern with straps, using bias tape to make the ties. The oopsie mask was made with elastic. Elastics elude me.  The elastic straps were like rubber bands. The mask flung forward each time the Husband or I put it on. The Great Elastic Escape. 

Molly the pinky-nosed (wild) Cat likes to nap on the love seat in front of the patio window these past weeks. When summer comes, she'll scarf her last bite of breakfast, jump off her table, and scamper out the patio door, to come back for lunch or to use her litter box.  And, sometimes she'll wander back in to check on her humans. Sweet girl, her.
Today I sat beside Missy, gazing out the window with her. I got to wondering how the world looks to her. Does she see the same thing that I see? 
Perhaps the world looks like this. More than likely Molly wonders if this is what I see. 

A (Temporary) Junkyard of My Own

"Do you think someone might report our backyard as a nuisance?"
"Nobody can see back there." answered the Husband. 
"Snoops can," I said, thinking about that drone we saw one afternoon turning around above our house. I wondered if it had followed us home. The bastard. As Mama liked to say after I said something weird, but quite entertaining to her, "You have too much imagination."
"It's nobody's business how our backyard looks," the Husband said.  I imagined him word-sparring with a snoop. The Husband, my hero. 
At this particular point in time, the backyard looks like a colorful junkyard in the Spring. I find its look comforting. It's familiar to a time past. It gives me strength to keep on keeping on. I wonder if that's how Mama felt when she played out there, growing her vegetables and tending to her flowers. 
It's my turn now to transform the backyard into a fantasy of my making. I have my whole life to figure …


"Why are you cleaning? "asked Molly the pinky-nose (wild) Cat, as she scrambled among our feet, the broom, and the vacuum cleaner. "Are we having another party?"

Nope, it's the 23rd, our monthly housecleaning date, a 2020 venture. So far, so good. With the Husband and I working together, we're done in a couple of hours. So it seemed today.

Sweep. Dust. Vacuum. Scrub. Molly made sure she was somewhere else.

This is what you see when you walk up our driveway. Sorry, I don't remember the names of anything that's not a rose, daisy, spider plant, California poppy, canna lily, jade, or uhm, I think that's it.

Geranium! How I can forget geraniums? We have pink, white, red, bi-color, vine, bush, smelly, and not smelly at all. They live in the front yard, too. They're up towards the house so you can barely see them in the photo.

I have a decent success rate of propagating geraniums for someone who goes on intuition and by hit-and-miss. The late grea…