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I’ve been admiring the morning glories in my landlord’s garden for a while now.  Amazing how those vines progress across the yard and how the colors of the flowers morph over time.

Not sure why but today I felt compelled to slip into the garden with a pair of scissors.

Stealthy though I felt, the landlord doesn’t mind anyone cutting a bloom or two.

I may have cut a few more than that.

Handling the blooms, photographing them … it was a nice way to start the day.  Hope you have a good day too. 😉

 

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Last night I stood in the kitchen, trimming the sage, snipping dead thyme and bundling dry lavender branches.  It kept my hands busy as I talked with a friend.  In the end I tossed the litter haphazard on a white piece of paper that just happened to be on the table.  In the morning I rose, drank my coffee and prepared to sketch out my day.  And then of course I glanced at the paper, at the textures and colors, the shadows in transit… what could I do but run to get my camera?   A few more leaves crushed, petals pulled from various nooks, colored paper unfolded, an old bird’s nest found …  and somehow my morning became special.

 

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… and sunflowers …

… and new angles of our friend, the bee. 😉

Photos by Lorraine

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Isabel is my landlady.  In her garden there are flowers and vegetables and herbs of all sorts and whimsical little touches for her daughter like little white birds.  And there is Oswald.  Oswald is a rat.  When I’ve stood in the garden, I’ve seen him dash by behind me.  And when I sit upstairs in the kitchen window, I see him nibbling on plump leaves below.  He’s a city rat, big, brown and long-tailed and whiskered.  His coat is streaked with gray.  Perhaps he’s old and has lived in the garden a long time.  It is a very nice garden.

I’ll be honest.  I do not have a fondness for rats.  But I do love nature.  Oswald is a part of the garden’s ecosystem.  So, when I see him and my heart hammers and I just want him GONE, I try to think of rats I’ve liked in literature, like those in Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH.  Then there’s that pot bellied rat in Charlotte’s Web.  I’m sure there are others.  In any case … I’m hoping we can find a way to live together.

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My indoor garden sits on a glass-topped table.  I don’t think I have much of a green thumb, but these little plants have done well so far this winter.

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