Daytime Moon

I love seeing the moon during the day even though it’s so very confusing.

Daytime Moon

In the morning
When the sun
Is shining down
On every one,
It’s very strange
To see the moon,
Large and like
A pale balloon,
Drifting over
Roof and tree
Without one star
For company…
~ Dorothy Aldis, American children’s author and poet (1896-1966).

Kindness Matters

In color or black and white, the message is the same. I found these cups on the clearance rack for two dollars each. TWO DOLLARS!

In these photos, it appears that the paint might be chipped off a couple letters, but it’s only the lighting. They are perfect and not damaged in any way.

I couldn’t resist. I needed to rescue them and bring them to a good home, a KIND home.

Happy Saturday!

Yes, it does.

I Like Big Rocks and I Cannot Lie

I never liked that song by Sir Mix-a-Lot ‘cos it seemed sexist and disrespectful but I love hiking and I love big rocks. I also see what appears to be the head of a dinosaur.

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Twisty Cucumber Vine

Here’s the last of the summer cucumbers trained to climb up and around this singular post that seems to have the gigantic job of holding up most of the second story. Or it’s the third story, cos I can’t really figure out how this tri-level house works.

We had a HUGE thunder and lightening and rainstorm last night and my garden is SO happy. Fingers crossed this means we might have a rainy year and end the drought.

Bunny Love

I’m writing this post from the dentist’s office where I’m waiting for the lidocaine to take effect. This time it’s merely to replace the temporary crowns with the permanent ones, but I have time to share a couple of photos from yesterday.

Happy October 1 from a couple of my bunnies.

They LOVE watermelon!

A Dark Shadow Over The Grand Tetons

Most of us didn’t personally know Gabby Petito but I’m sure we have probably heard her name on the news the last few days.

I watched the FBI presser after they found a body that matched the description of Gabby who had gone missing under suspicious circumstances while on a vacation with her boyfriend, Brian Laundrie.

News crews covering the search for Gabby say this rainbow appeared near where authorities discovered her body.

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Apparently the couple had traveled from Florida to Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons when her family stopped hearing from her.

Gabrielle Petito, a 22-year-old Instagram travel influencer from Suffolk County, New York, was reported missing on September 11, 2021. Her family lost contact with her in late August when she was in or near Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming.

The internet is unbelievable. YouTube vloggers Red White and Bethune https://youtu.be/PBp3aNAGuFM spotted Gabby’s van while editing raw footage and reported what they discovered. Law enforcement searched the area and a body was found in a remote area of the Bridger-Teton National Forest, near the Spread Creek Dispersed campground 

That was truly a needle in a haystack found by the internet.

How could such a magical place as the Grand Tetons hold all the dark and distressing secrets of a murder, where poor Gabby was discarded like a used up coffee cup or candy bar wrapper. I think of her lying in the dirt with the weather turning cold and I’m so sad and so angry.

When did love turn to homicide?

Initially Brian Laundrie lawyered up, now he’s in hiding; his family refused to cooperate, and the FBI sealed off the Laundrie Florida home this morning with a search order. Doesn’t this all sound extremely suspicious? There’s a lot of info about this if you search Google.

Meanwhile, I found some photos of a wonderful road trip to the Tetons. Jenny Lake is one of the most exquisite places I’ve ever visited. The lake is breathtakingly gorgeous and the hikes around the lake are memorable in every way.

Rest in peace, beautiful girl.

Butterfly Breakfast

Look at this orange butterfly feasting on an orange zinnia!

I’ve never seen it before and I was so excited to learn this is a Gulf Fritillary or passion butterfly (Agraulis vanillae) They’re “longwing butterflies”, which have long, narrow wings compared to other butterflies. Gulf Fritillary is the only member of genus Agraulis. From Wiki.

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An orange butterfly represents passion. An orange butterfly sighting can remind us to stay focused on or follow through with a plan or project until it’s complete.

The orange butterfly is associated with the sun, life, and consciousness. Spotting an orange colored butterfly can signify that a new dawn of healing and heart transformation is about to occur for someone who has been depressed or anxious.

Orange colored butterflies have also been associated with courtesy, friendliness, and liveliness.

Seeing an orange butterfly reminds us to stay positive.

Having an orange butterfly land on you or fly near you means that joy will soon come into your life in some unexpexted way.

An orange butterfly can also encourage us to be more socialble or outgoing, or seeing one can indicate that a visitor will soon arrive, or an invitation to a social event is coming–especially if the butterfly is flying inside or around the home.

Many believe that an orange butterfly represent rebirth. Seeing one often leads to a shift in perspective on something. https://www.butterflyinsight.com/orange-butterfly-color-meaning-and-myths.html

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Inner and Outer Beauty

Here’s an update regarding the ongoing saga of my injuries: my back and toe are much better, but I seem to have a stress fracture of one of the little bones on top of my foot. I admire my consistency, however, because all of this is on my LEFT side.

This time the stupidity was caused by my sad attempts to remember Swan Lake choreography and practice fouettes, which I haven’t done in FOREVER. I wasn’t wearing pointe shoes or even soft ballet shoes; I was barefoot on a hard tile floor. Like I said, STUPID.

Why Swan Lake? Well, the last time I saw my Angel Kids, we were in the car when Swan Lake came on the radio. I yelled out, ” That’s SWAN LAKE!” T asked me what that was and I explained the story of the dance to him while we were listening. When the music gets to the part where the court jester does those incredible gravity defying grand jetes and double split cabrioles, I told him that it takes a very athletic, very talented dancer to jump like that, and he was intrigued.

I promised I’d take him to see Swan Lake as soon as it came to town. When we got home, he said to Siri, “Play Swan Lake” and then he sat on the sofa and became lost in the beauty of Tchaikovsky.

Anyway, that’s how I hurt my foot.

I can’t really put any weight on it, so I’m once again reclining on the sofa with my everpresent ice pack on yet another part of my little body.

C’est la vie! No one to blame but myself. I am NOT and never was Margot Fonteyn lol (ballet snob reference).

Here’s a few photos from inside and outside as I hobble around.

I stopped to admire the sun shining brightly on these indoor plants. I couldn’t capture the whole wall in one photo, but there’s a matching cabinet to the right. It’s a very pretty room.

Meet my special bunny friend. He’s slightly lighter in color than the rest of the family and he comes out more during the day than the others. This was taken right outside my bedroom window. Good morning, brave little one!

Because of relentless RATS, I had to pick these strawberries just before they were 100% ripe to save them from being half eaten and discarded.

I am reminded of a starfish with this spider lily. What a perfectly lovely specimen!

Check this out; it’s not a ballet but it’s danced by the great danseur, Sergei Polunin, to Hozier’s “Take Me To Church”. Choreography by Jade Hale-Christofi. (In 2010, at the age of nineteen, Polunin became the Royal Ballet’s youngest ever principal dancer). He is truly amazing as an artist, but I read things about him PERSONALLY that aren’t all that savory in regards to some homophobic and sexist Instagram posts, so his invitation to perform in the Paris Opéra Ballet‘s performance of Swan Lake was revoked.

Nestled Together

I thought these little guys would be HOT since they’re jalapenos, but they taste exactly like green peppers.

I wonder if it’s because I’ve nurtured this plant for more than five years, way longer than it was supposed to produce. They used to taste really spicy; only a little bit was needed for guacamole, but maybe capsaicin, the chemical that gives chiles their heat, decreases over time?

I sure have no idea, but they still taste fresh and juicy, and so cozy nestled in this little bamboo bowl.

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