Thursday, November 10, 2011

even five minutes is better than nothing

Jonesing for my outside time, I hauled myself out the door this morning before breakfast. Self, you have five minutes. Go.
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The closed gentian, once so deliciously purple, is truly rocking the Miss Havisham look.

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Bonus round: this one comes with a slug.  I wonder what the blobs of green goo are. Hm.

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I am embarrassed to report I don’t know what this is.
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I’m pretty sure this is a mullein, though. A blurry mullein. I think it was crisper in real life.
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Common evening primrose. Fairies probably make pants out of these.
Need some color? The euonymous bush is happy to provide.
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Five minutes. It hit the spot. I remembered who I am, why I am on the planet, etc. And then I went to work.  And when I came home from work, I was in need of another reminder of who I am, and why I am on the planet. So I did the next best thing: I went for a run.
In the rain.
I thought I hated running in the rain, but I may have discovered the secret to tolerating it: wear a baseball hat. Anything with a visor. Aha! Without the rain in my eyes, it became a pleasant journey through the landscape on a day I would otherwise have remained couch-bound. The sound of drizzle on the beaver pond was particularly delightful.
Endorphins: your friend.
What do you do when you’re in need of remembering who-you-really-are?

4 comments:

  1. I read your blog.... xo Jen

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  2. By the way... I don't know how to comment without choosing the anonymous option...

    I LOVE the fairy pants comment. That is priceless. Like you. Jen (anonymous)

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  3. Hm. Which Jen, tis always the question. Tanta Jen? Surely not my sister. Oh: the irrepressible Ms. Watt? I'm guessing Ms. Watt. =)

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  4. I like the Anonymous Jen's comments. A lot. Well done, Miss Sarah! -- Leslie

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