Sunday, Muddy Sunday

I played in the dirt for a little while this morning, not long after tumbling out of bed. I decided it was time to replant my hibiscus and this chaotic, root-bound philodendron that The Lovely gave me a couple of years ago.

And I want to say I had fun, but ... I am not all that fond of getting mud caked on my hands and under my fingernails (and when will I learn to remove my rings before messing around with dirt?), so I tolerated it and then came inside and washed up.

I do not like to have dirt under my nails. Matter of fact, I have no use for fingernails whatsoever, and I try to keep mine trimmed down to the “quick” (not sure that is the technical term, but that is what Grandma Ginny always called it). I can see why people like to keep their nails filed and polished and even “professionally manicured”: It looks nice, and I personally strive to have hands and nails that always appear to be and, in fact, are clean. However, I will never be able to understand the allure of having extremely long fingernails — especially extremely long, fake fingernails.

I have the same outlook on fake eyelashes.

; )

I must be selective as to whom I inform of my relatively newfound passion for/obsession with flowers. I discussed it last night with a friend, and she gave me one of those looks that sort of said, “Uhhhhh ... okayyyyy?”

“Aren’t flower pictures kinda boring?” she asked me. “I mean, don’t you need people in there or something?”

And I had to agree that I do prefer to take pictures of people; in fact, I have 49 photos I snapped during last weekend’s babysitting adventure alone — at least half of them good enough to frame, if I dare say so myself! — to prove it.

It’s just that, sometimes, I notice something about a flower that I want to capture on film. Or disk. Or whatever happens to be the technology du jour.

I spent at least 35 years of my life not even noticing some of the most basic aspects of the world around me. And it took a colossal fuck-up and some serious introspection in order for me to “wake up” and start noticing the little things, as well as trying to see the big picture, too.

Do I find photographs of flowers boring?







Hell, no!

: )