My flowers are starting to come alive now that we’ve sprung into Spring. I’ll have a post about my favorite tree – the Eastetn Redbud – coming soon, but until then, please enjoy these photos of what’s happening around here.
Cherry Blossoms – a poem about my mom and her beloved tree.
Ashes To Dirt – a poem about spreading my mother’s ashes underneath her tree.
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Purple Shamrock (oxalis triangularis)
Top of the mornin’ to ya.
I live in the Northern Hemisphere, so summer will be starting in June. I live on the East Coast of the US where it gets very hot and very humid in the summer. Not so long ago, the heat and the humidity didn’t bother me. Since I’ve had this migraine diagnosis, I’ve learned migraine brain does not like heat nor humidity.
But Amy‘s brain can do whatever it likes.
The rest of Amy likes walking in the cool, soft grass with bare feet, wearing sundresses, feeling the warmth of the air and the sun on her skin, seeing the trees, lush in all their summertime greenness, smelling the warm air and hints of a storm brewing. (Her birthday is also in the summer, so maybe she is biased towards the season.) Sitting under a canopy of leaves looking for four leaf clover while sipping an iced tea or eating an ice cream bar is considered the finer things in life. Peeking out the window as it gets closer to lightning bug season, waiting for the first bioluminescent buggy butt still brings her great joy after many years. She still squeals when she sees it. Watching the bunny rabbits play late into the night when it is still light out is one of her other favorite sights. Spotting hummingbirds is at the top of the list of Exciting Events. Chasing butterflies with a phone camera is a close second, although the butterflies do not feel the same, and she thinks they even give her the side eye as they fly away. No matter. She will chase rainbows after a heavy storm and wait for the butterflies to return.
Yes, I took all of these photos. And yes, none of these creatures were happy about it. My neighbors likely believe me to be just a touch off…but it’s not my fault. They won’t stop for the camera and I have to chase them down, yelling for them to please stop and just let me take the photo.
For those of you following my hair saga, I won’t keep you in suspense. The good news is I can have pink accents. The bad news is I have to wait six weeks. So for now, please enjoy the blonde. My stylist was wonderful. My hair was very dark in the back and the layers were a mess all over. Shout out to Morgan for making me feel spicy. 🩷
The back of my head is also on my stories on Instagram, via Morgan’s page. I won’t put that information here for the sake of privacy, but if you visit my Instagram stories, it’s there (for about 12 more hours).
Stay tuned…
This is the same capture as the previous post, entitled leaving, except for this is the video that I recorded. I realized later that the video is cooler than the photo. But may have been distracting with a little bit of poetry at the bottom.
Sound up for engine noise and also Jerome, who is the crow that does not like me. Now it’s his season and he’s going to follow and laugh at me when I walk, and basically make my life miserable because I told him he could not put his dried bagels in the birdbath two years ago. Crows have a long memory and hold grudges. Jerome has told his whole family to caw at me. I’m at the local pharmacy, he will show up over there and harass me in the parking lot. His name is Jerome, and you must say it in the way that Elaine said it on Seinfeld.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the video.
To arrive
Somewhere else
Catch me in these blue skies
You could try
If you’ve been with me for a while, you knew this answer was coming. Why would I compare myself to a cat? Why not?
Here’s what cats and I have in common: When we like you, you will know it. When we don’t like you, you will know it. We don’t give our affections to just anyone, we choose the people who won’t look at us. Duh. We will welcome you after you’ve been away for a long time, but we will not run up to greet you and lick your face. That is uncouth. Instead, we will wait the perfunctory 3 to 5 business days to say hello to you, because you left, and that was not approved.
(I love dogs, have had several, and you guys know that I love my friend Petey. The insinuation of dogs being uncouth is a joke.)
Here are some photos of me training to be a cat:
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Spring is in the air…
“It's Amy,” I said. 