The weather gods are smiling . . .

Inside a Magnolia blossom

Today is like late September in New England - the windows are open, the breeze is cleaning the house as I sit on the porch and enjoy the comings and goings of  lively birds. I expect at any moment to be pierced in the eye by an irrational hummingbird chasing another hummer through the porch and carport. I believe this is odd weather for this time of year; I've been warned repeatedly about the sweltering heat and beat-you-down-to-a-pulp humidity. I have no idea what we will encounter as Summer hits us next month but at this precise moment in time I rejoice in the glorious weather.

We went to South Park this morning and the man in charge of the Park tracked me down as I walked and P&D's Pop was flying to tell me that he thought of me yesterday. ( I'm the only walker/runner who lugs a camera around.) The young eaglet spent about an hour yesterday afternoon flying over South Park. It must have been a beautiful sight. I appreciate the men who work at the park. They are always very nice as are the regulars who exercise in the park daily.

When we returned home I tried to get some good photos of a Magnolia blossom. The damned earwigs and ants attack them on the tree so I was able to take a low blossom and put it in a vase for my photo shoot. I still haven't got the photo I want but that's because I really don't know what I'm looking for. I suppose I should take a class in photography but I tend to like to do things by the seat of my pants. It's always an adventure when I look at my photos - the ones I really wanted to take because I was so excited about the subject I fumble; the photos I don't put any effort into come out perfect. Oh well, it's still fun to try to capture a splendid moment in time to save for later enjoyment. The honest truth is that a photo makes the ephemeral last and somehow that doesn't seem right. It's best if we have these wonderful memories in our heads, although, admittedly the brain doesn't always know where to store the best stuff! It's hard to dig it out sometimes - probably a function of age.

Had to stop playing with the photos twice when P&D's Pop came to get me so I could help him pull the lawnmower out of the mud. First time I sat on it and put it in reverse while he pulled it from the back using the 5,000 pound tie down strap ( I think that strap came from the Air Force.) The second time he had me go forward as he pulled the mower and me out of the mud. I was afraid he would slip on that yucky brown slop but he got us out. I should use my Black&Decker weedwacker but I'm so relaxed and pleased with this day that I'll just put it off. Heck, I may not get to it until next week.

Quote:  A man without decision can never be said to belong to himself; he is as a wave of the sea, or a feather in the air which every breeze blows about as it listeth.    ______John Foster