This morning I was watering the back garden. Ferns fried from the recent heat wave, hostas mangled from the wet summer slugs. And amongst all the disappointment, a few small fronds of oak fern grew perfectly amongst the foliar wreckage. And I took a photo and I liked how the morning sun hit parts of the structure.
Then I thought: I haven’t written a blog post in a while, so I better take some more photos.
I “snapped” (do we really snap a phone photo anymore?) a few of the ‘Thomas Edison’ dahlia which has been surprisingly stunning from the shrivelled $9.99 Walmart tuber I purchased this spring. Then on to ‘Chuck’s’ Calendula which self seeds here and there each year and always looks like a jewel when it’s hit with morning water and is just beginning to open. Lastly, I tried to compose a decent photo of the unruly fluff of the Liatris ligulistylus, intermingling with dill that had gone to seed and the blurry hit of marigold orange in the background.
Inside, I thought I better also document my weekend spindle spins. I had planned to work on both my Fox Mountain support spindle and Woodland Handcrafts support spindle; however, the latter took all my (lack of) attention. I continue to be a slow spinner. But spinner nonetheless.
After this, I set out to edit the photos and the digital cropping, dodging, burning began. A sharpen here, and sharpen there. More cropping… and then I gave up. Why try to elevate the mundane?
So, I’m leaving this here and gifting your eyes a rest.
quietly creating 