Monday, March 9, 2009
Me, Alone On A Monday Night With A Camera. And Remember: Click to Make It Bigger
It's so quiet in Lloyd tonight. This moment the only sound I can hear besides the crickets (I think) is the sound of my keys tap, tap, tapping.
I spent a little time in the garden today in the sweet light of late afternoon, weeding and planting totally inappropriate seeds. Then I set the sprinkler on and when I went out to turn it off, I took that picture above. It's not a from-the-balcony-in-Cozumel sunset, but it's a sunset over my little garden. See my cabbages?
And here's the way my wisteria looks this evening. I will take pictures of it in the next few weeks and you will be amazed at the way it changes. See the tiny buddlings? Oh. Just wait. If you were a bee, this would be foreplay porn.
Do you remember the picture I took of my baby begonia, less than a month ago? Here it is (was):
And here it is tonight:
My babies are growing. Oh, how my babies are growing.
And one last picture. This is what bok choy looks like when it bolts. Bolting is what plants do when they have given it their all. When they are done producing the tender green parts which we love to eat and are making the flowers which will create the seeds to ensure their immortality. Oh. If only humans bolted.
Maybe we do.
I dreamed I was pregnant last night- a tender, impossible flowering.
But Lily, she is flowering. She is bolting into motherhood.
She is ensuring my mortality and is prettier than these flowers, which are sort of Dr. Seussian in their orange vase. Don't you think?
And if a picture is worth a thousand words and the pen is mightier than the sword, I've just given you a dissertation, a ballad, a poem, a battle's worth of ammunition- a peek into the world in which I live.