Rapture and me
It's past 6:00 here in northern California and I have to admit I enjoyed my "last" day. Nothing went wrong and the world didn't end.
It's Saturday and I rarely work on Saturdays and had nothing else scheduled - so I slept in, began my day slowly and opened the drapes to clear blue skies and bright sunlight. I finished planting the daisies given to me by a friend, walked to the library to pick up several books being held for me, bumped into a friend on the way home and had a nice chat, observed a male California quail taking a dust bath on our property, watched a documentary and curled up with a book. I sketched this bottle-brush tree, one of my favorites and groomed the cat.
And I'm still here.
It's Saturday and I rarely work on Saturdays and had nothing else scheduled - so I slept in, began my day slowly and opened the drapes to clear blue skies and bright sunlight. I finished planting the daisies given to me by a friend, walked to the library to pick up several books being held for me, bumped into a friend on the way home and had a nice chat, observed a male California quail taking a dust bath on our property, watched a documentary and curled up with a book. I sketched this bottle-brush tree, one of my favorites and groomed the cat.
And I'm still here.
Very nice job on the bottlebrush. I haven't seen one in years. My dad always had one in his yard.
ReplyDeleteThere are many in this area, but when we moved from Illinois to California it was a novelty to me.
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