This week’s photo challenge asks me to look to the future.
I can do that — I mean, right now in my life I’m all about planning. I have a million things to do. I don’t have a million hours in the day to do them. What’s worse, the 24 hours I do have seem to be taken up with minutiae that distracts me from the things I plan to do.
If I am focused on what I’m going to do, maybe I’m not doing what I need to be doing in the now.
So right now, I need to fill up those pages.
Spring is here — and with it the awful yuckiness of pollen. I’m going to have to tackle all the surfaces on the patio today, but I feel like it’s wasted effort as I look up at the pine trees still full of those pods. Still, one must continue to live and I’d like to sit out there today to enjoy the nice weather, so out comes the hose, even if I have to repeat it again tomorrow. Not wasted time if I can enjoy a glass of wine or a beer later this afternoon.
This week’s photo challenge is doing double duty, or triple duty if you count that I put text on the photo. Anyway, I missed last week’s challenge, to find a photo that illustrates a line from poetry or other literary pieces, so I chose Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem, God’s Grandeur. It speaks to me this spring, especially that opening line I used in the photo.
I love my flowers, too. We’ve been planting a lot the past few years and enjoying the fruits of our labor in the yard. John planted all these daffodils to delight me — you probably guessed I also like William Wordsworth’s poem, Daffodils. But this week’s challenge calls for landscape photos.
So there you go, a landscape of flowers inspired by poetry. Or something like that.
Even though we had a freeze warning last night and I had to dig up a sweater to go to work this morning, spring is definitely here. The pollen is out of control, and so are the flowers.
The daffodils are tall and bright, and to my delight, the tulips have bloomed. I love how they seek the sun — nothing says joy like a field of pretty flowers, ready to dance in the late afternoon breeze. Even Otis agrees.
