I’m waiting for the rain to take a little break so I can walk. It rained most of the night and everything is saturated. I can see that today’s walk will be a different kind of wonderful than yesterday’s. Yesterday was the perfect day for walking. I took pictures of everything I saw. Well, almost. Like this leaf. And ya gotta love it…when a single leaf on the ground is as awesome as its host, laden with thousands of fiery works of art.
…when the sky is this blue and you have a totally green tree alongside a changing one in the neighbor’s yard two doors down. And you accidentally snap the leaf in your hand along with the trees and it kinda sorta looks like you might have done it on purpose. 🙂
…when garbage collection is done in the name of the Holy Trinity. This single collection bin is a fairly tasteful almost navy blue. All the rest are an almost neon blue. When I walk on Wednesday mornings I always look wistfully at this one and wish I could have one like it. Now isn’t that a waste of a wish!
…when the neighbors leave their cute little ghosties in the tree until it’s time to put up Christmas lights. I think that’s what I remember from last year. It leaves me wondering if they’re procrastinators or early birds. Not that it matters. Even though the houses in the neighborhood have a boring similarity, the people who reside within are as dissimilar and interesting as their backgrounds and experiences allow them to be. Wonderful diversity here.
…when you live in an area where these beautiful little pansy faces will continue to bloom throughout the winter. Sometimes when it snows (rarely) Persistent Pansy stands her ground and we humans are grateful for her persistence. Hope in the cold. Something we could all use on occasion.
…when half the leaves on the tree are golden and half are their original youthful green and you can see an aqua sky through the branches. Eye candy for sure. I keep bits of “eye candy” all over my house. Some folks think it’s superfluous but for me it’s essential, as vital as feeding my body.
…when a picket fence casts sunshine and shadows in front of you as you walk. I grew up in a time when a picket fence was one of those iconic symbols of the longed for American dream. Upward mobility. Anyone can make it if he/she works hard enough. I’m proud of the many Americans who are Occupying Wall Street or wherever in an attempt to recapture that dream. And yes, I do think that’s what it’s all about.
…when most of the county has pale yellow nondescript fire hydrants and you have newly painted fire-engine red ones. We didn’t have hydrants in the country where I grew up but when I went to town, they had red ones. They’re supposed to be red. Makes me wish I had a dog.
And finally, ya gotta love it…when a flat hot southern neighborhood in the US can claim a name like Glenfinnan. I’ve always loved the sound of it so I looked it up, of course. Click the link if you want to know what the real Glenfinnan in Scotland looks like. It’s stunningly beautiful. Now when I think or say the word I will have a little mental glimpse of heaven. And life is good!
Note to Lady E: Here’s my take on nine things I love.