All the dandelions chose today to turn from flowers to balls of puff.
I left in the mid morning and by the time I got back the field of yellow at the road side of my property had turned white.
Further towards the house they’re still yellow. I’m not sure why.
I left in the mid morning and by the time I got back the field of yellow at the road side of my property had turned white.
Further towards the house they’re still yellow. I’m not sure why.
It’s something to do with their nature, this sense and their timing.
Thinking today of nature I wondered about folks with a propensity for the dramatic:
People who find themselves discomforted, at odds with others, time and time again.
Thinking today of nature I wondered about folks with a propensity for the dramatic:
People who find themselves discomforted, at odds with others, time and time again.
Wether they are the direct cause of their dramatic misery through ill advised action of their own or merely the locus of such behavior, encouraging or allowing it in others in their circle, I’m not sure it makes a difference. Wether our nature evokes action in us or enables it in others, we still have to deal with the outcome. It feels a bit like destiny.
The universe loves a jape, it colors outside the lines with irony; the whole thing’s a big monkey’s paw. We get what we want, and that’s our curse or it’s the best thing ever. I think honesty’s really the thing that differentiates between freezing your tits off and sunning them.
The universe loves a jape, it colors outside the lines with irony; the whole thing’s a big monkey’s paw. We get what we want, and that’s our curse or it’s the best thing ever. I think honesty’s really the thing that differentiates between freezing your tits off and sunning them.