Wednesday, January 6, 2016

cold feet

giant begonia

I took the dog to the park this morning and we were met with a field of frost. Sad times for all the flowering plants that have been hanging on past their prime. It was also a sad time for my toes because I can't bring myself to wear the comically large arctic expedition boots that charrow bought herself to combat poor circulation in her feet. Winter makes me whiny. Just wait until it snows! I will have to rename the blog to gripes & snipes. For now I leave you with this slightly more optimistic combination of words: 

the begonias have 
flopped, crab apples hang shriveled, 
but the birds still sing 

top picture: a gigantic begonia grown by a friend's mother, Hartland, VT, June 2014, film, Canon Tlb 

bottom picture: Red sitting patiently for me to take 1 of 70 pictures on our morning walk, Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY, today, iphone 5s

1 comment:

Steve Reed said...

Love the top photo! Very nice.

I think Olga could sympathize with Red -- I make her endure a few dozen photos on every long walk, too.