Beetle Black

Offspring the Third thoroughly enjoys photographing insects.

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Spring Has Sprung

The first lizard of the season!

Inspirational Rock

Seen while out today on a regional college campus. I hope it inspires many people. 

Fatigued

Much to do. Only so much me to go around.

A clone would be handy.

Beautiful and Good

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them. ― George Eliot

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Tracts of Land

Herself speaks.

I was working at the kitchen table this evening, with Tiny Dog in my lap. She peered crankily over the edge of the table at Beloved Husband, who, amused, took a photo. He showed me the picture, and I was somewhat caught off guard to see that Tiny Dog really does look quite tiny, especially when adjacent to my cleavage.

Alas.

I've resigned myself to the idea that I'll never be a tiny, dainty person; yet I must be in denial of my... ample-ness, since I am perpetually surprised/dismayed when I see photographs. I clearly need to work on my self-image. Or my diet. Or both.

Perhaps, someday, I'll be fine with what I see in pictures.
I can aspire.

Even two chihuahuas may be no match for the mammaries.

In The Neighborhood

Herself speaks.

I saw a trailer for a documentary about Mr. Rogers today. And though I don't much enjoy documentaries, this is one that I will be happy to watch. 

You can find all sorts of clips of Mr. Rogers all over YouTube. They are delightful. Look at him: his all-encompassing kindness, his thoughtful acknowledgment of feelings of all shapes and sizes. He seems almost too good to be true -- and I watch him, nearly fearful, half-expecting a piece of sarcasm or of dismissal or of anger to come from him. Yet it never does. He speaks soothingly and lovingly to all people, regardless of their age, color, abilities. It is beautiful -- almost as if a conversation with Mr. Rogers could somehow put the whole world right again. 

Thank you, Mr. Rogers, for making the world a better place.