Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

Today's Thanx word was 'birds.' Who isn't appreciative of birds? In a way, I feel I am every day. In warm weather I open the kitchen door and am often overwhelmed by the day long cacophony of nearby activity in our fountain- crows, Stellar's Jays, robins, house finches, bushtits, sparrows, occasionally Western Tanagers. Birds bathing,

Jump Rope Theory

Jump Rope Theory

My teenage daughter's room is a mess.  What teenager's room isn't? Every drawer is open, piles of clothes decorate the floor, the desk is invisible beneath pens, books, projects, there are stacks of books, art supplies, shoes and shoes and shoes, makeup, hair clips, towels and blankets, cables and chargers, handbags. There isn't a clear path between door and bed. The colors and textures create an abstract composition that boggles the mind which realizes it is comprised of real stuff. Even the cats are leery of wandering in, though they manage and are able to find a few square inches on the chair (there is a chair?) to curl up for several hours.

Framing the Photo

Framing the Photo

I mentioned to my away-on-travels daughter that I had eaten the first salad picked from the garden last night. She was thrilled and wanted photos of the garden, so I obliged.  I got low to the green rippled row of romaine, focused in on the filling pea pods, caught the light just right on the thyme, the baby tomatoes, the prickly opening artichoke.

They were lovely photos of a lush vegetable garden, but when she oohed and aahed I realized