…and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.” – Steinbeck
I’ve always liked Steinbeck’s writing. From The Pearl to Of Mice and Men, The Grapes of Wrath to Sweet Thursday, his novels have always made me smile. He had a way of phrasing things that made the most tragic, heart-wrenching moments seem beautiful. Beautiful misery. Gorgeous sorrow.
At the same time, he also had a way of making you empathize with a character who was about to murder his friend, or nearly destroying a family through the pursuit of something nearly unattainable.
Go. Go now. Read some Steinbeck. You’ll feel better.
My daughter and son, while on a short walk tonight, picked dandelion poofs and made wishes and blew on them. It was fun to watch them re-enact something that my wife and I did when we were young. While I was watching them blow on dandelions, a thought occurred to me to which I did not give voice.
I thought, “Please don’t blow those seeds toward my front lawn.”
And there it was. Right there. My youthful, fun self died. I actually thought about my lawn instead of fun. Argh…I’m old.
I hosted a BBQ last night and one of my guests brought a gift along for little ol’ me. When I got up this morning, I was tempted to make a cup of tea with one of the many teas at my disposal, include “jumpy monkey” and “dragon pearls”, all from David’s Teas , but the box and tea container and diffuser all looked so nice I couldn’t bring myself to break up the beautiful display.
I’m sure I’ll open it soon, but for now I’ll enjoy the way it looks and smells. Weird, I know.
After pulling up photos from Quebec for yesterday’s photo, I was inspired to look through the rest of the photos from that week. I found this one, of the Pierre Laporte Bridge, and then read that this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge was water. So, again, WordPress’ challenge and Photo Friday have worked together to bring up two photos from my library that coincide with on another.
It’s almost like they’ve planned this.
This is an old photo…well, it was taken last year in September in Quebec City, so it’s not that old.
It was a beautiful night, after a long day of touring, corralling students and napping on a tour bus. Good times.
At least the harbor cruise was nice and peaceful. I ended up giving lessons on how to frame a shot, the rule of thirds and what aperture and shutter speed meant, but I had a good time anyway.