The Yellow Pot

Sometimes it is  remarkably satisfying to find a simple solution to a small problem. And without spending any money. That sounds like something one might read in a Good Housekeeping magazine under the heading: 'Simple Inexpensive Tips for Updating Your Home's Look.' This yellow vase has been sitting on top of the bookcase for years because there seemed to be no other place to put it.  I never really liked it there but just got used to it.

I got into some serious dusting the other day after discovering some really alarming pockets of linty dust in many corners. I put the yellow pot on the floor in order to dust the top of the bookcase ... et voilà the perfect solution. 

I wandered around the garden cutting twigs , a few grasses and some blooming leucodendron. It may need a little tweaking, but first, I really must get out tomorrow. Maybe after coffee with the gang at Trail House.  I can just keep going...after taking John and Spike  home. 

I think only one member of our original after Pilates coffee group is still actually going to Pilates on Friday morning, but we still manage to convene for coffee  I miss the old 8am class in the studio, but I don't think it will happen. again. The teachers would rather teach classes on the equipment which has to be widely spaced due to Covid protocols,   leaving no room for mats. Taking class on the equipment just isn't the same, and it's a LOT more expensive....

I accidently got into photo editing again. I'm up to 2020 which I'm reminded was a difficult year. I didn't surprise me how many pictures there were of burned houses, lots full of rubble, blackened fields and trees, but what did surprise me was how much things have changed in a little over two years. I suppose that's exactly why I took so many pictures. I have a lot of clear memories of that time ...like a series of snapshots in my head. If I were trying to rebuild a home I probably wouldn't be saying this, but for me it is remarkable how much we have recovered. Things aren't the same and never will be but that would probably be true even without the dramatic events. Life is change.

Just a few months after the fire we lost our dear Ozzie and I still miss him (the yellow pot is where his bed used to be), but we also got Spike who has enriched our lives in countless ways,. and he sleeps on our bed....