Well, kinda, sorta. When is a cliche not a cliche? When you ignore the Daily Prompt? Or reinterpret it? Am I a cliche? Oh well. Carry on…
Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.
My brain wasn’t able to process that whole concept today–my ability to think has been hampered by too much Oscar news–from Anne Hathaway‘s “nipple-gate” to Kristen Stewart‘s limp (and possibly 420 friendly pre-Oscar fun) to Seth McFarland as host, I need a day or so to wrap my brain around anything more profound than wishing with every fiber of my being that one day Tina Fey and Amy Poehler really will host everything.
Because of my retail therapy disaster on Friday, I felt frustrated, unfulfilled, and downright cranky.
The best cure I know of (for mostly everything) is to work outside in our yard.
Listening to the birds and burying my hands in the soil (even our horrible SoCal cement) never
fails to lift my spirits.
Somehow this might–but probably won’t–tie in–even loosely–with today’s Daily Post prompt.
Among the many different types of birds in our area; Goldfinches, Scott’s Orioles, woodpeckers, House Finches, Scrub Jays, and sparrows, a new bird came to visit and eat raw almonds on our deck. Hi, buddy! A couple minutes later, I heard the shrill call of a hawk and snapped a pic high up in a eucalyptus tree. Okay, that’s two birds–not in a bush–but two birds!
I started at the top of the hill where we’ve planted all California natives. Our recent rains made the weeds grow like crazy.
I brought a boat cushion to sit on and pulled and pulled. In between the weeds were dozens of baby sage and buckwheat sprouts. My tugboat man is a great helper in the yard but his philosophy is more of slash and burn. It takes patience and a love for newborn plants to carefully pull only the weed while gently nurturing the babies.
Snow in SoCal!
When I took a break and looked up, I saw snow! I zoomed my little Canon as much as it would go and took a pic. It’s at least fifty miles away–amazing! I didn’t realize that the power lines would show so prominently; they’re pretty far away, too. Our view was really spectacular before the developers ruined everything and built all those houses.
It’s Spring! Temps were in the seventies this weekend with the bluest blue sky.
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