Fuzzy Buds . . .

. . . just beyond the front door. I blipped this a week or so ago. So I guess I should not do so again so soon.

But this is not a desperation blip. If it were I'd take a shot of my bellybutton or the inside of my ear or the key slot on the doorknob or the inside of my car's glovebox (why is it called a glovebox?).

I feel like I am in a blip slump, but I'm not desperate. Maybe I am over-exposed. In the last 450+ days I've aimed at everything available. Everyone reading this knows that is ridiculous. We never run out of aim; do we? We never run out of something to shoot, do we?

I need to give myself permission to blip this yard my house is planted in. Even though I am not much of a gardener, I do love the wonder of nature and that it carries on whether I care for it or not. There's no doubt that the backyard needs some tidy-ing-up (is that a word)? I love to have the patio swept clean and the pool skimmed till it shimmers, but that would require a fulltime caretaker or at least a fulltime wife. We don't have either.

So I choose to be content wandering through a yard with wilting, brown-edged calla lilies, the occasional dried brown leaves tumbling across the patio as the breeze pushes them along, the fern beds begging to be thinned and cleaned, the mini-roses needing to be trimmed, and on and on.

Our yard is not immaculate nor manicured, but if I aim my little point-in-shoot in just the right direction, I find something of beauty. Late this afternoon, fuzzy buds on the geranium plant were the bulls-eye. They are just outside my frontdoor and they grow whether I notice them or not. Today I'm noticing. And if you've read this far, I guess you are too.

Good night from southern California.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol

P.S. I left the campus today and entered my season of spring break. I'm so tired, parched, withered, listless, lacking creativity, and amazed that blip friends, you, are still leaving lovely comments on my page. Continually reading and marking student papers has eaten into my commenting time. I absolutely love commenting on the pages in Blip. I hope to do so more as I have some breathing room the next few days.