Flowers and more flowers lined every street in the Washington, DC neighborhood where I spent 4 days last week – my first return visit in over a year. It was a lovely (in more ways than one) hug filled getaway complete with daily walks. My almost 5 year old grandson delighted in leading the way on his scooter…stopping frequently…Look Grandma Flowers! Always my trusty helper, he knew I was on the lookout…camera at the ready.
This particular bee was in a huge hurry flying from blossom to blossom, but I managed to capture this bright shot of its face in the plate so to speak. Wings shining in the sun.
I woke up this morning to gloom and doom weather. By the time I was enjoying my coffee, snow had begun to fall in big fat clumps. What the heck? The simple answer: It is April 16th in New Hampshire where…besides live free or die…the state motto could very well be…wait a minute and the weather will change…. And so it does. My first thought: The poor daffodils!
These tulips arrived at my door yesterday afternoon – hand delivered by a friend and neighbor who lives downstairs in my condo building. I could “see” a big smile behind her mask.
What are these for? I asked. To wish you good luck tonight and thank you for all you are doing on the board!
You see, my small world is now a study in contrasts. Last night the NH Art Association hosted a virtual “opening” of a special juried exhibition and two of my photographs were among those chosen to hang in the show. She and her husband were among my friends and family who were “attending.” She was hoping I would win a prize (I didn’t, but never expected to…the honor of inclusion was more than enough). I was so touched by her thoughtfulness. It was just the bright spot I needed.
The other side of my life? Being on the board of directors of my condo association since December. It’s my new practically full time “job.” The experience has not been as entirely positive or rewarding as peering through the lens of my camera and writing blog posts. In fact, sometimes it feels like I am back in middle school – and I was never a fan of middle school. That’s probably all I should say on the subject, but those of you who have ever been on a condo board likely understand. So, if you notice I have been absent from oneletterup, now you know why. I would much rather be here, but it is what it is. However, I am taking flight (almost literally) from home next week for a long weekend to visit my kids for the first time since our covidcation last August.
I’ll bring my camera, but try to leave the craziness behind.
A pair of buds…or perhaps really 2 pairs of buds…greeted me on a bright and breezy day last week. As I went out the back door of my building I noticed a bush…now sprouting buds everywhere on its spindly branches. I have no idea what name this bush goes by, but no matter. And for some reason I’m now reminded of that old Pac Man video game…however I digress.
I happened upon a gathering of daffodils a few days ago…basking in the spotlight of the afternoon sun. One was gazing into the distance as if surveying the crowd. Which, at that point, was just me and the tall arborvitaes off to the side. The trio to its right? Ready and waiting.
It was a glorious warm afternoon and the entertainment was enjoyed by all…well, just me and the arborvitaes. But well worth it as the finale ensued…
…and the spotlight moved on as the afternoon came to a close.
During one of my treasured walks in the woods last November, the darkness of night began early…as it does that time of year. It crept up on me as I searched for bits of leaves, vines and milkweed pods and whatever else was hanging on despite the cold. Many deserved a close up as the light provided center stage opportunity. Click. Click. Click.
Hold still. The light is perfect. Thank you!
Then the sun began its predictable disappearing act…leaving a bit of brightness in the sky long enough to be captured. I appreciated the opportunity…as a few minutes later it was gone. And I was on my way back home.
The theme for April is “Bright” in all its manifestations.
I enjoyed a beautiful walk in the woods a few weeks ago and noticed a bright spot in the sky. The sun was shining and reflecting off trees still waiting for leaves to bud. Even though it was only 4:20 pm, the moon showed up too…showcased in a perfect frame for capture.
Today is the last day of BeckyB’s October squares challenge. In the spirit of the theme – all things kind – I wanted to end on a kind…soothing…musical…note. Songs like There’s A Kind of Hush, One Of A Kind (Love Affair), A Sunday Kind of Love went through my mind.
I started looking through our vast LP collection in search of just the right kind of song. As I got closer to the K section searching in vain for the apparently donated Herman’s Hermits album (they are alphabetized courtesy of my musician husband), I heard a familiar voice in my head…🎶…some kind of wonderful....🎶
That’s it! It was very surreal. But I suppose not too surprising…since I only listened to this album thousands of times “back in the day.”
If, in this stressful day and age I am now hearing voices, this is a most wonderful kind.
Some Kind Of Wonderful is on Carole King’s album Music, the LP that followed her signature release of Tapestry.
The booklet inside the album listed the lyrics to every song.