From The Divine To The Absurd And Back Again

Some days I go out with my camera and come back in with a pocketful of eggs, something from the garden and about fifty pictures, forty-nine of which should be deleted.

This is one of those days.

I really have no idea what I'm doing with a camera but I am learning that light has everything to do with success or failure. And today I went out when the sun was either killingly bright or else there was deep shade and besides that, I tried to take a picture of a bee on a hydrangea blossom and let me tell you something- bees move fast.
They are all over the fancy hydrangea, skittering across the surfaces of the flowers taking in sweetness and collecting pollen. Multi-tasking as it were.
Out of many, many shots, here's the best and it ain't good. You're going to have to click to see the bee at all.

The tiny flowers of the giant begonia are opening, showing a bit of a yellow tongue. The flowers are the creamiest shade of pale salmon/ivory you can imagine.

The tomatoes look to be the best crop we've ever had here but I am not counting my slices before they are ripened. But every plant is heavy with shiny green ripening fruits. The large ones, the tiny cherries. We had a few of those in our salad night before last. Heaven.


Kathleen gave me a tiny sprig of a rooted fairy-rose a few weeks ago. I put it in a bigger pot and set it out on the rotting tree stump in front of the house where I have bromeliads and a spider plant growing. It has, quite surprisingly to me, buds. I could plant it in the ground but it seems to me that that would be like putting a newborn in a king-sized bed to sleep. All by itself. Not cozy.

This is what sago palms look like when their new fronds are starting to uncurl and before they develop their cruel spikes. They are still, at this stage, soft and velvety.

Rebirth.

And this split-leaf philodendron is recovering from winter's cold nicely. I am glad as I have had that plant longer than I have had Jessie.

All right. Perhaps the only decent shot I got. A banana leaf and I took the picture with the sun behind it. To me it looks more like a painting than a photo which pleases me and is strange because my favorite paintings are ones which look like photos.
Yes. I am an artotard.
I admit it.

So good-morning on a Saturday. I slept late, I've done nothing of value and it is blisteringly hot already.
I hear that Owen is better and slept fairly well last night so my world is practically perfect.
Mr. Moon and I watched Zombieland yesterday with Lily while Owen slept on her lap and if you, like me, have a deep affection for the absurd and think that Woody Harrelson is a completely underrated pleasure (artotard- I told you but White Men Can't Jump is one of my top ten favorite movies of all times) and would like to see him both attract and kill zombies with a banjo

then I recommend you watch the movie. The kiddies will love it- it's SO gross. Plus, in the movie, Woody's character is named Tallahassee.
And if that's not enough reason to watch it, well, this guy is in it:

Playing himself. God I love that man.

And after Lily and Owen left to go home Mr. Moon grilled steaks for our bi-monthly beef fix and THEY WERE AWESOME. I cooked potatoes out of the garden and made a nice dill cream sauce to go over them and we watched a Northern Exposure episode and well, compare and contrast if you want but I say that although I hate the expression, for my purposes it is all good.