To Do or Not to Do

 

I am so envious of my friends here and my friends out there in the blog-us-fear who manage to organize closets and drawers and even garages during this evil Pandemic.

How clever you are to use your time away from society so wisely.

I must say I think about organizing things.

I have thought about the closet now for at least four months.  In fact, I stand in it every day and assess the situation.  There are the shoes in haphazard piles and the winter clothes still not packed away.

It’s almost winter again anyway right?  I have forgotten since I do not frequent the stores anymore who used to let me know about the changing seasons.

Oh yes, there was a catalog reminding about Halloween.

Is it Halloween yet?

I think about all our 40 Photo albums too.

There is a whole big cabinet dedicated to the old non-digital touchy-feely photographs collected over my own lifetime and the lifetimes of my parents and Bill’s siblings who have all since passed.  There are many shots of roads or trees or other unidentified scenery.  And lots of unrecognizable people and many with no dates. 

My inherent need to organize draws me to that cabinet over and over again but I never open the doors.  The job is simply too overwhelming to contemplate.

I also think about the garage alot.  I have to go through the garage to take Elsa-the-dog for a walk and we pause en route so I can think about how to organize things.

There are all those leaves that blew in last Autumn and maybe I should get the leaf blower out and take care of that first.

But then there are all those loose things and tools we never use anymore, and rusty stuff.  Maybe we should look into renting a big rubbish bin.  Never mind, “Come on Elsa.  Let’s go this way.”  And off we go out of the garage.

Uh oh!  I find myself out in the green green world.  But the green is not always well manicured lawns.  The green is really enormous weeds that have taken over every flower bed and the gravel driveway.  If I think too much about the work to be done in my green green world, I tend to hurry home with Elsa after she has done her bit to fertilize the earth.

There is so much to do.

There is so much to think about doing.

To do or not to do is the question.

But I prefer to think about it.

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Beauty in the Weeds

Nature’s
Dandy-Lion
Work of Art

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Singular Beauty

  The weeds looked bedraggled in a solemn winter landscape,

beaten down by voracious winds,

sapped of energy by caustic cold

until the sun shone for an instant long enough,

and I bent with lens to get a little closer

and zoomed to erase her weed-companions.

And from the chaos of that weedy patch emerged 

a dramatic apparition waving in a sunny breeze,

 staunchly standing  in a blanched terrain,

made beautiful by its singular independence.

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Picture This!

I planned to camera-walk again this morning but got side tracked pulling weeds.  The wet summer has made a mess of every flower bed and border in the garden.  And once started weeding, it’s like blogging – I simply cannot stop.  Now I can hardly move of course, and  every stiff, awkward movement is accompanied by an audible groan.

Bill felt sorry for me and said, “Let’s go out for dinner.”  Hard as it was to get up and ready, I did not refuse!  Afterward, inspired by the few weed-free improvements in the garden, we decided to buy chrysanthemums to brighten things up for autumn.  Needless to say, I did not forget my camera which I have now named “Pal.”

But instead of photos of mums, I got sidetracked again.  On the way out,  Pal was impressed with the weed bed along the road.  Mind you, I was not tempted to pull these.  I’m not sure what kind of weeds they are, but the mustard yellow show is lovely.

Then in the parking lot of the garden center, there was an unusual sight.  It was a van covered over with bumper stickers and toys, and all manner of objects I could not readily identify.   I tried to imagine the owner.  One of the stickers says “Camp Divorce.com,” and another says, “Kiss Me!” so I suppose he (she?) is a footloose and happy individual.  What do you think?

Meanwhile the home improvement center also proclaimed a SALE of twin red kayaks (I think they are kayaks. I know they are not canoes anyway) which were standing bravely against a fence.  Bright as they were, they seemed a bit sad as they faced a disinterested crowd and the loss of another summer.

I never did get pictures of the mums we bought but will try again when they are planted and erupt in a profusion of happy color.  Bill will have to do the planting since I can no longer bend over.  Well, yes I can actually bend over but unbending would be the unsightly, painful problem.

The real hero in this story is Pal, my trusty new companion.  I am amazed at the new kinship we have formed.  Pal is usually quiet, but tends to see things I would miss otherwise, and then gives me a gentle mental nudge as if to say, “Picture THIS!”

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