It was overcast.
Two very overripe bananas. (Now a banana bread.)
Green onions on sale.
Red potatoes that needed to be eaten.
Need for protein (egg) from which cholesterol (yolk) can be removed. (Now potato salad.)
It was overcast.
Now, 2:00 p.m., the sun has come out, so I am going out. Bye!
But wait. Wasn't there an insight I hoped to share with you? Yes, it was about feeling on the outside looking in, confused, and odd. Like a bird banging itself against the sliding glass door. I do feel like that often, and recently. But why, if I'm a bird, would I want to get in? I am free! I can fly! I can sit on a branch and sing!
So, as I said, out I go! To gaze again at those bleeding hearts.
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Shiny reflections causing disorientation, don't you think? And I've sure had some smash on the glass moments of my own for the same reason.
My backyard bleeding hearts bloomed today, too! And mine are white, not pink, so are they really bleeding?
Yes to shiny disorientation.
Mine are white, too. They are still bleeding.
Going to try to remember this the next time I feel on the outside looking in. Love bleeding hearts! -- haven't seen any out here on the west coast. Gasp! Just had this thought: what if there are no lilacs out here? Off to google it..... :)
Love, love, love banana bread.
The fauna and flora outside my back sliding door and the pink crabapple bloom is flourishing on the tree that stands alone in my front yard.
I'm trying to appreciate for what ever reason Mother Nature's earth has decided to transition the season so early.
Thanks for reminding me about your 'Nocturnes'
Have a nice day.
My feelings vary so much from day to day that I'm starting to get used to it. I'd like to hear more about your outside looking in state.
I hate when birds bang into our deck door window and knock themselves silly. Usually they fly away, but sometimes they've died.
Thanks, all! Our lilacs just started, a few spikes here and there. Our neighbor's pink crab apple just popped, too, and the japonica a couple days ago.
Ruth, I will write more about that feeling, I think. Maybe I'll wait till Blue Monday...sort it out a bit.
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