In my mind, I'm five years old having a high old time wandering and wondering. In reality, I'm 65, the magic age for Medicare, thank you very much! I tell you a lot of creativity is still to be found in this old young self. In you, too, whatever your age. Welcome to my barefoot world!
As our side of the Earth begins to rotate away from the sun, I like to watch the late afternoon sun's rays glimmer and glow on the tree branches above our neighbor's rooftop.
Ever heard the song I Got Plenty of Nothing? Barbra Streisand sang it in the 1960s. If I had a theme song, I'd definitely consider that song. Part of the lyrics are: . . .I got no lock on the door, that's the way to be They
can steal the rug from the floor That's okay with me, 'cause the
things that I prize Like the stars in the skies they're all free Oh,
I got plenty of nothin', and nothin's plenty for me. . .
Today's share is with Skywatch Friday. It's been awhile. Here's the link.
Our olive tree is two years old, which we bought at our local olive festival in its six-inch pot of glory. It's about two feet tall today. One day it'll go into the ground. My, oh, my, think of all the olives that it may produce.
What shall we name our first lovely olive? How about Daisy?
Imagine: You are on a tree-lined avenue. You may be walking, driving, standing, or grandly sitting. The thoroughfare may be as rustic as pepper trees edging a private road or as sophisticated as a boulevard in sweet-smelling shadow of the flowering trees.
You are on a xyst. The word was coined in Ancient Rome to describe covered garden paths and tree-lined gardens.
A word fanatic might disagree with my application of the word to our imagined tree-lined streets.
"Where is the garden?" that word fanatic might ask.
I would simply respond. "Look around you."
It's the letter X this week at ABC Wednesday. Check out the meme here. Thank you, ABCW team!
Yesterday afternoon, the Husband and I safely exited the highway onto a road that led us briefly through a magical eucalyptus forest.
We zigged and zagged up hill and down dale along vaguely familiar roads to a small town where an artisan's holiday fair was happening. Shall we turn left or right? One way or the other we'd find our destination. We could've taken the direct route. But, where's the fun in that?
We wouldn't have come across two young deer quietly and delicately making their way up a hillside. It was almost like they were holding their breath as they walked. Were they afraid we would see them?
The Husband stopped the car and opened his window so I could quickly take a photo of the young deer. It wasn't until I was fiddling with this photo that I noticed a creature in the brush above him. At first I thought it was a bobcat or a coyote. Would the deer have gone so slowly if it was either creature? It turned out it was another deer.
Today's topics are 1) Starts with E2) Week's Favorite 3) Bounce
I like coming up with a photo that covers all three topics, because, I admit it, I'm lazy. This afternoon I didn't think I could come up with something even for the letter E. Maybe I'd simply flake out this week.
While getting a photo ready for my other blog, I thought how much I liked the way it turned out, so maybe I'd also use it as my week's favorite for Friday's Hunt.
Boom. Pow. Light bulb. Oh, yeah. The photo was of eucalyptus trees.
Ha! I bounced back. The photo covers all three topics. Okay, I may have stretched the bounce part. But, I'm sticking with it.
Okey-dokey. Now, head on over to Teresa's blog, Eden Hills, to check out what other participants have posted for today's Friday's Hunt.
Ha! I'm actually doing Teresa's meme, Friday's Hunt, on the actual day. This week the photo hunt was 1) The Letter L, 2) Week's Favorite, and 3) Lace.
My interpretation of the letter L is also my favorite photo. A lovely landscape of the Southern Diablo Range in my neck of the woods. I clicked the photo (above) as the Husband drove us homeward on Highway 25. A big fat black wire streaked across the scene which I erased in Photoshop.
These tree branches reminded me of lace. What do you think?
The items for this week's Friday Hunt, hosted by Teresa of Eden Hills are:
1) Starts with D.
2) Week's favorite.
For me, they all came together in this reflection of tree branches in a puddle of water near our public library. I didn't find anything I wanted to read in the New section. Any disappointment I had was quickly wiped out when I saw this reflection.
To check out other Friday Hunt participants, click here. If you'd like to join the hunt, you have until Sunday evening to link up.
After a rain, a temporary shallow puddle develops on our patio. I like to call it our cement pond. The cool thing about this cement pond is the reflection I can see in it. That's what I saw this morning.
I love the way the leaves cover our front yard this year. This may be the first year the yellow-and-red blanket is is thick. The photos show how it looked today. The Husband raked the leaves the day before yesterday.
While the Husband raked, I put up a few Christmas decorations around the yard to cheer up the Mama as she looked out the window as she ate her breakfast. This time I did more than add red bows to the tree. See the green bough on the fence? That's new, thanks to the Godmother. She was downsizing her Christmas stuff, so she gave me the bough and a bunch of cool ornaments.
The Autumn leaves and the holiday decorations in the front yard are a few of the things that perked me up this week. How about you?
I'm linking up with the lovely Jenny Matlock's Warm Heart Wednesday. Click here to join the meme and/or read more warming posts.
Yesterday morning, I was being resourceful in front of this building, which once-upon-a-time was the hospital in Hollister. It was in fact the place where I was born, one of many babies that came into the world between 1907 and 1962. Today, the building is home to various offices and shops. Probably a few ghosts, too.
Anyway, back to yesterday. I was lying on the bottom steps trying to take a good picture of the huge trees that line the sidewalk in front of the old hospital. I was doing as someone said to me about getting one or all five trees in a picture, "Be creative."
Imagine what the drivers passing by must've thought. Or, the Mama, if she had seen me.
The First Husband gave the Mama a package of seeds that a Native American tribe had sent him as part of a fundraising campaign. Mama, always the curious horticulturist, sowed them in her backyard. From those seeds grew the Miracle Tree, which today is more than 20 years old.
It would be monstrously huge if the Mama did not cut it back nearly every year. She can't stand the idea of the branches hovering over the roof or even being near the gutters. No matter how much it gets hacked back in the late fall, its branches are full and ready to provide sufficient shade for the summer heat.
During its early years, the Miracle Tree produced a lot of seed pods. Let me repeat: A lot of them. The seeds are flat and shiny and difficult to clean up once they're on the ground. Every year, Miracle Trees sprout some where new in the yard. Most times, the Mama pulls them out.
The Miracle Tree is not its actual name. The Mama and I like to call it that because it grew from a few seeds. We are…