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Little thing, Big happy


Unintentionally funny inter-species interactions!  Sorry this photo is all out of focus and all, but it was the only one of several that I was able to take that captured the tail and the fish. 


I have no idea how she didn’t realize that her tail was in the water! 


Natural things.


We’ve been having some spectacularly weathery weather  here in the flatlands of CA this spring, and it makes me so happy!  I love seeing those big, black clouds piling up on the horizon and building until they take over the sky and rain pours down.  Love it.  I was thinking about why I feel so much happier seeing dark clouds on the horizon rather than the nice cute puffy white ones or clear blue skies with whispy threads of white.  This morning, it came to me:  they remind me of home.  The dark, tall, hulking shapes on the horizon are like the mountains I grew up with, and miss every day.  So seeing those big, black rainclouds in the distance is like being surrounded by friends and family.  Yes, I do consider my mountains friends and family, thank you very much!

We went to the arboretum last week right as a storm front was charging up, and it was so wonderful.  Piles and piles of clouds of every description sailing across the sky, crowding out the blue more and more as the day went on.  Bliss, it was.  Plus, surrounded by nature and all kinds of green, growing things and dozens of butterflies really lifted my spirits.  Sometimes I feel kind of disassociated in the arboretum here, for a few reasons that I won’t go into here (big stuff requiring separate blog posts, really).  It’s close to the freeway, for one thing, and if there’s one thing I despise its the freeway.  I hate the roar of all those cars, hate it with every fiber of my being, and it’s not easy to let the visual beauty of the arboretum distract me from that aural ugliness.  But last week it did, and I had a lot of fun taking pictures and watching Z play.  Image

Little Thing, Big Happy



This begonia, which was given to me by my son for mother’s day when he was in first grade.  It got frostbitten when I left it outside one evening in December.  Hey, it’s CA, we’re generally not used to having frost days!  But it’s growing back nicely, for which I am very glad.

Apparently my mom still has a begonia my brother gave her when he was in 1st or second grade, which makes it over 30 years old.  She said the trick is to keep it in the same pot, but change out the soil every 3 or 4 years or so.