Busted

butterfly on a pretty weed

My kids find it embarrassing when I stop to take pictures of things like a pile of shoes on someone else’s porch, a muscle car in a parking lot, or of a stranger’s garden. I think the word they use if they catch me taking pictures of a person is “creepy.”

In my defense, I only take pictures of random strangers from a distance and I don’t post them on Facebook. I like having them as a source of inspiration for writing and as a visual reminder of the many characters in life.

I thought twice about taking my camera along on my late afternoon walk. It was overcast and muggy and the day didn’t have the lighting I had in mind. I love taking pictures around sunset. I think there’s something romantic and nostalgic about that time of day. Of course pictures taken at sunrise may also share those qualities but it’s highly unlikely that I will ever discover whether or not that’s the case. The only reason you’ll find me up before sunrise is because that was the flight time with the very best price.

I stopped in front of the favorite garden along my route. There are flowers from spring until fall and I’m drawn to the bursts of color and the combination of plants and flowers that are both whimsical and wild.

Lost in thought, I focused in and snapped one picture after another in an attempt to capture the contrast of the oranges, yellows, pinks, and purples against the small sea of waving green.

“Excuse me,” called a voice from the porch.

Shoot!

My kids worst fear has come true, I’d been busted. As a rule follower at heart, my face grew hot and my pulse quickened.

I swallowed hard, “Hi there, I was ummm…just ummm…you have a beautiful garden. I especially love the day lilies.”

I opted out of trying to explain why I was taking pictures and attempted to distract her with a compliment and called out the one and only flower that I knew the name of.

daylilies

“I noticed you taking pictures and I just wanted to tell you that you are welcome to wander anywhere in the yard for as long as you like.”

Really? She wasn’t mad?

“Wow thanks! By the way, I’m Beth.”

She waved from the porch, “Nice to meet you Beth, I’m Bonnie.”

Bonnie joined me in the yard after she finished her late afternoon snack. She gave me a personal tour which included an introduction to the frogs in her pond, I’ve nicknamed them Fred and Fernando. There was a third frog, but he wasn’t showing the camera his best side.

fred the frog
Fred the frog
fernando the frog
Fernando the frog

Bonnie shared a passionate overview of how her gardens have transitioned over the past twenty three years. I had never given a second thought to how many things could impact the art of bringing flowers to life.

I told her my tale of woe and how my second attempt at gardening hadn’t gone nearly as well as the first thanks to the deer and the heat. She listened with an understanding smile and invited me to stop by in the fall to collect as many perennials as I wanted.

I think we made each others day.

I wandered along the towpath taking pictures of butterflies and what I consider to be pretty weeds. I thought and I walked and I realized, flowers and butterflies are beautiful even on a cloudy day.

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Mother’s Day Flowers

lilies with color...pastels

I’m not usually one to do this, but I’m going to write a bit about my very ordinary but extraordinary afternoon.  After finishing the things in my life that ‘needed’ to be done I decided to take the afternoon off and enjoy the beautiful weather and my amazing porch.

Sunday morning I received a gorgeous bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day.  It was one of those funny moments; I was writing in my journal and had just put the period on the sentence, ” I miss Katie and Jeff,” and the doorbell rang.  It was none other than the Fed-ex delivery guy bearing a gift of beautiful flowers for yours truly from my three beautiful children (masterminded by Katie).  No one will be surprised when I admit that I cried.

I’ve enjoyed each day as they have unfolded and revealed themselves in their pink, white, orange, and green glory.  Today was ‘that’ day – the day that all of the flowers were open, the leaves were still green, and no petals had fallen. Before another moment passed I decided to try out my newly discovered drawing skills.  I moved the flowers from the dining room to the porch, set up my easel, and slipped off my flip flops.

I started in charcoal and incorporated pastels.  One thing led to another and before I knew it the afternoon slipped away in a most wonderful way.