Gathering Ye Camellias While I May

Here we have today's beauty offering. I am wondering what tomorrow night's freeze is going to do to the blooming camellias and their buds. 

And the azaleas. I definitely need to get in there and tidy things up. Not a great example of an azalea but the sweet little raggedy thing is doing its best in the midst of such chaos. 

The sky was winter blue again today. I suppose we get skies as blue in the summer but I think perhaps the much lower humidity in the winter sharpens the color. Not so much water to filter what we see when we look up. I swear, sometimes in summer it's so humid that as Liz Sparks says, you need a snorkel.  

I've been cheerful all day. And once again, for no apparent reason. Yes, it's been clear and cloudless and cool which is very nice, although I've had horrible, terrible times, emotion-wise, on just such days. But I've felt rather light-hearted and happily made our biscuits and eggs and grits and bacon this morning. And speaking of cooking, the soup and naan I made last night were perfection. Have I posted the recipe for that soup? The New York Times could probably sue me if I did but I doubt they'd bother. Their legal department is probably busy fighting the lawsuit that good old You-Hurt-My-Feelings Trump Baby brought against them for defamation. He wants 15 billion dollars. 
Who doesn't want 15 billion dollars? 
What more does this man have to do before someone has the guts, gall, and balls to start proceedings to invoke the twenty-fifth amendment on his ass? Just today it has been reported that he stated the US is sending a "great hospital boat to Greenland to take care of the many people who are sick," which is just a complete fabrication in every detail. 
Not only that, the real sick person called into a C-SPAN show, identified himself as "John Barron" which is a pseudonym he has used before, saying he was a Republican from Virginia to bitch about the "worst decision" the Supreme Court has ever made to deny him the right to demand tariffs. He didn't even attempt to change his voice. 
Now. If this is an AI situation, I apologize. 
If not- TWENTY-FIFTH AMENDMENT! 
Okay, even if not, TWENTY-FIFTH AMENDMENT! 

Every day I think "this has gone too far for someone not to do something" and every day no one does something and he just gets worse and worse and more and more insane. 

Let's talk about other things. 
Like...purple violets which I discovered today are indeed blooming in the yard.

Can you see them? 
So of course I made a few tiny flower arrangements which I have been doing since I was a child. 

Those are a few of the bottles I've found on this property. 

I did more garden weeding today and not much else. I didn't even do any pottery glaze painting. When I was in the garden I noticed that the sugar snaps peas Glen planted a few days are coming up. Just barely, but they are. 

Again, I hope they survive the freeze.

Mostly I've simply enjoyed my decent mood, my sweet husband, and the beautiful day. 
Ain't nothing wrong with that. 

A tiger, stalking through the violets. I will be sad when she loses that luxe winter coat of hers. And not just because there will be cat hair everywhere. Although yes, that too. 

Another shot of the flowers. 

I am glad to have gotten such sweet proofs of life today and to be able to post them here, even if there are probably hundreds before this post, of the seemingly same things. 

Dang. I should go bungee jumping or something to give myself something to write about that I've never written about before. 
Okay. Let's face it. THAT will never happen. Not in this lifetime or any other that this soul is involved in. Evolved in? 
Probably DEvolved in. I might come back as a housefly or something and that would be cool because at least I would know what it's like to have wings. 

Love...Ms. Moon