We had a brief peek of Spring last week, two days with temperatures in the seventies and so I spent all day outside mostly scrubbing mold off outdoor furniture and the deck. Still outside.
But alas, a peek is all we got and then the fog bank moved in. And it became glum. And yesterday sirens blasted for a good half hour as helicopters circled the skies. Google maps reported that the nearby highway had been closed because of multi-car accidents. But the news stations were fixated on Trump farting or Trump nodding off or Trump having a temper tantrum. Frankly, my dear, I could give a s**t. I wonder if all that Trump news caused the drivers on Highway 24 to lose their minds and play bumper cars!
The blooms, so hungry for sun, weep to see its departure.
No painter could ever touch the artistry of nature. Although I am tempted to try. If only the sun would come back. Among my other faults, I can only paint in natural light.
The last time I posted was April 13th – 10 days ago. Besides scrubbing the mold off decks, I’ve been pulling together two stories that … after a lifetime, sigh … I’ve realized are the same story. Which necessitated ignoring Yee Olde Blogge. During the time I’ve been gone, these are the posts that someone (God knows who or why has been reading or at least viewing):
- Meet Duke Miller
- Excerpt from Spider in My Mouth
- Meet Shelley Sackier
- We were Playing with the Clouds
It’s always interesting to see which posts land in the “Top Posts” slot when I’ve been away for a while. It always makes me wonder. How about you?
Saying nothing in particular 
At least you have blooms. Ours are still a long way off… heck, I don’t even have buds yet.
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You will! Someday!
its like winter here still , so much rain we need to build an arc …your photos are beautiful 💜💜
Trump just won’t go away. He’s an endless nightmare.
Beautiful flowers. Sorry about the mold. As you can imagine, that’s not a problem we run into outdoors here. However, the inexpensive rattan outdoor furniture we bought during Covid when we moved here, lasted only about three years before drying out so much that pieces were breaking off. But they had no mold. 🤣🤣🤣
Thanks! Rattan furniture doesn’t last long here either. And there are few craftsmen left around who can repair it!
The fascination with Trump is strange to me. I often draw and paint at night as that is the only time I have. Are you happy with the two stories?
I have a rough idea of the timeline which is the hardest thing when you’re combining stories than span decades. Thanks for asking!
Yes, I also create timelines.
I don’t take much notice of which posts have been clicked on because I don’t think whoever lands on them actually reads them, probably because they arrived to them by mistake via Google. One of my posts gets over 100 hits a day, but the last time somebody clicked ‘like’ or left a comment on it was nearly two years ago. I hope those posts of yours get a ‘like’ or an engaging comment, though.
Sometimes an odd comment will show up on an old post but I think in general you’re right. Random googling!
Beautiful flowers, Jan, and how wonderful that you’re working on stories. Cheers to more sunshine.
Thanks Jet. The first rosebuds are always a thrill!
It always makes me wonder. How about you?
Yes, I so much wonder about why certain older posts suddenly resurface in popularity. A million years ago I wrote about pig sayings and every once in a while out of nowhere that post will be swamped then just as quickly become unpopular again. It’s odd. But then so are people so maybe that explains it. 🫤
“Let the sunshine in…” It will come back.
As for the Tramp, i’ve noticed there’s hardly a day without an article on him in “The New Yorker”, the only American news I read. (I’m such a snob, I know). Could we have a week’s rest? Or extend the gad order to all media?
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I agree – we need at least one Tramp-free day a week!
I meant gag o
GaG order. I’m in Uber in a patched street. 🙄