Da Goddess

Mine aren’t near as lovely as plumeria, but I gave it the old college try nonetheless.

I’ll be back at them soon enough, I’m sure. I rather love them.

Couldn’t resist all these smooshed together! Their green was nice, but black and white seemed to bring out the details even better.

When you’re a flower, there is an art to dying. One must first droop, then discolor, then dry out. If you manage to get through all those stages, you get “d.e.d.” dead. If you’re lucky enough, someone begins to photograph the process and post to them to her blog. That would be me.

I love how dried out and translucent they become. The veins. The color. The way they look in different light. Everything! Orchids, and most flowers, can become even more beautiful as they begin to die.

Sounds a little morbid, doesn’t it?

Our little pansies have been blooming since well before my arrival. Every single time I think they’re done, they bounce back. King Arthur has a way with plants that would make most weep in envy.

This one? Reminds me of a dalmatian.

In my wandering about the neighborhood to take my mind off the pain, to stretch my legs, to get some fresh air, I made it my mission to discover wonderful little finds in each yard. I got to five houses before I could go no further. But I tried, so I count that as a success.

This is my favorite of the succulents.

King Arthur took me to Big Bear over the weekend for Ren Faire. We got up there the night before and did a little wandering around the Village. As we came around a corner, I saw a sliver of the moon and a star between the buildings and framed by a tree. I just HAD to try to capture what I saw.

If you can’t see the image, please let me know so I can recalibrate my monitor.

For some reason, every time I photograph greenery, I hear “Greensleeves” in my head. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s just better than all the other stuff floating around in there. (My dreams of late have been rather dark and unsettling. Death, plane crashes, severed limbs, etc. I’m beginning to think I may have some latent, unexpressed fears or something.)

Really more color and lines, but then I couldn’t use a song as a clever blog title, could I?

I fell in love with this sweet caramel-colored cow. She was my first find at the Fair. Her gaze fixed upon me, full of sweetness and curiosity. I was compelled…compelled to meet her and photograph her. And pet her. Just adorable and soft and gentle. Plus she had that sweet cow smell. (Most don’t find it as appealing as I do, but really, I love the way horses and cows smell.)

I hope she was sold for a good price. I’m fairly certain (see what I did there?) whoever bought her will have the sweetest beef on their table.

I love llamas. They’re so…adorable. Yes, I think they’re cute. And this guy’s teeth just beg for a smile from all who see him.

My friend, Pat in Australia, passed away last week. He continued fighting for wildlife and habitat preservation right until the end. Now, he and his friend/fellow wildlife enthusiast Steve Irwin will be together again in Heaven, working their magic from up above.

The world is a sadder place without Pat.

To help fund the work that was Pat’s passion, please make a donation to Protection Association of Australia or consider a donation to the Humane Society of the United States.

May God hold Pat in his arms and join him up with those loved ones who’d already passed.

This is what I did yesterday.

Made from scratch. Yes, indeedy. And they are delicious!