knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life

friday || the mundane

“When the groundhog casts his shadow
And the small birds sing
And the pussywillows happen
And the sun shines warm
And when the peepers peep
Then it is Spring” 
― Margaret Wise Brown

i spy some pussywillows on the side of the road one day, but
there is no place to park. so ask him to take me back
with my clippers and circle the block. . .  
they give me hope that maybe the rain will stop
and spring will come. . .  

“The first bout of warm spring rain caused normally respectable women to pull off their stockings and run through muddy puddles alongside their children.” 
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

i search for new gadgets or gismos to capture with my camera,
or at least attempt to do something new with the mundane beauty
i find around the house. desperate times call for desperate measures.
but i have lost some of my focus along with my mojo and feel a bit crazy. 

“Feeling lost, crazy and desperate belongs to a good life as much as optimism, certainty and reason.” 
― Alain de Botton

of course, there is always the dog. . .  

"My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool. "

~ Jonathan Swift