True story: This was the balloon my sister got for my husband for his birthday in April. We kept it as it lost its buoyancy because it cheered me up. The other day, I was in the bathroom upstairs and this big yellow smile floated across the window. It was very surreal. An air current had somehow sent it out the open back door. I found it stalled on this branch, but couldn’t reach it. Then it floated through the garden as my dog chased it and… up, up and away. I was very happy to watch it soar away, but it was a bit melancholy, too.
*Sorry for littering*
First off, the photos from my garden are my effort to “notice the good things”, as my therapist encourages me to do (since I am all-consumed with the badness of ME). So, my blog might be:
My husband is a landscaper and has crafted an oasis here in the city. One silver lining from this illness: I have literally stopped to smell the roses (or lilies). In the past, I never took much notice of what he planted where or when. I was too busy working. Who has time to look at plants when there are P&Ls to pour through? Now, every time I take a gander through our garden, something new is happening. Since I am housebound, each new bloom or bud is breaking news. The lives of bugs and birds are my realty shows.
Also, yesterday I realised that there are ads on some of my posts (gasp!). This is WordPress’s way of paying their bills and is not my choice. I can have a “no-ad blog“, but it costs $30/year and I really don’t want to spend the money. However, please let me know if it is really bothersome to your reader experience and I will reconsider that decision. 🙂