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World Traveller…..ie All over the Map

World Traveller…..ie All over the Map

Now there’s a figure of speech that works for me, “All over the Map”. It’s what best describes my writing style of late, so much so I’m thinking of changing my tagline to “World Traveller”.

My mind wanders. It frequently wonders too but mostly it just wanders, jumping from thought to thought without settling on any one thing. Perhaps it’s like being a kid in a candy store, so many choices that deciding on just one is onerous.

I think of blogging. I think of things in my yard or in my house, tasks, responsibilities. I think of friends, both current and past, and right now I think of my last counselor Elly. She was my favourite.

Not that Gloria was not good, or anything remotely like that, Elly was just more ‘into me’ if that makes any sense. Elly was like the friend I never had. I felt more open with her, more real. And that’s not to say I could tell her my most inner thoughts, my darkest quirks, those things best left unsaid. Those things or thoughts that should never be let out. Things like…….I once ate a mustard, ketchup, and mayo sandwich (and didn’t hate it). Those things one cannot talk about. There may be others too but I keep them all locked up in my mind. Most of those I could talk to Elly about.

Times that make me think of Elly are when I sit on one of my ‘lanais’ (yes, I have 2) and I see some of the quirky yard ornaments, the chachki (tchotchke), another word for useless stuff. We have a number of them surreptitiously placed in the yard. Having these ‘items’ in the yard was something Elly and I talked about a few times.

I was concerned that when we moved to our new place, a gated Strata complex, that the rules would be hard to accept, that we would be too restricted to what we can and cannot do in our yard. Both my wife and I liked the personalization allowed us in having our own house and we thought that might have to change. I suggested to Elly that maybe I’d have to hide a pink flamingo in the shrubbery, just out of sight where we could see it but the strata cops could not. At this point we have a few.

I was/am trying to loosen up a bit and I posted about it in “Some Thoughts….”, I desire to be more adventuresome, outgoing. Ask me how that’s going….. I do have my moments but there is work to do.

Well, enough travelling through time and thought. Perhaps it’s now time to do some real work. I plan to return so keep your seat belts on.

Little Miss Kim

Little Miss Kim

I’ve moved my butt to the front lanai, yes lanai. It’s mine and I can call it what I want. If it helps me feel like I’m in Hawaii then so be it. Out here I can feel some of the sun. It’s about 3 pm but the sky is rife with filtering clouds so the sunlight is diffuse and the temperature cool, again helping me think of Hawaii (temperature, not sunlight).

I can see my neighbour washing her car. She seems to be the only one out and about at this point, but then I only have a narrow view of nearby homes. It’s very quiet otherwise with only the faint sounds of distant traffic and the odd bird chirping. I’ve yet to plug in my water features so the burbling sounds of fountains are not yet evident. I can see our ‘Miss Kim’ as well, wondering how I could have gone so awry on my last pruning.

I’ll take some self-forgiveness though, I’ve never had one before and up until recently had no idea what it even was (a small lilac) so the specifics of pruning would never have been known. I know now and will endeavour to improve.

There’s lots of plants and shrubs like that here. Many I know or have seen before but most I’ve not yet owned so I can be excused for butchering them. I’ll just chalk it up to learning. The Miss Kim is such an example. Shortly after moving here I could see the shrub had been pruned and was now growing oddly. Using my limited experience I pruned as best I could and now it grows tall, proud, and gangly, with few blossoms. Time to Google my options and try to bring it back into the fold.

Beauties

Another beauty is this, the name escapes me, with wonderful flowers on a climbing vine. It looked dead and I just about yarded it out or cut it back to the ground but fear and common sense made me relent. I guess it wasn’t dead after-all.