I found an app that has enabled my meme creation problem/gift. Now I’m the star of my own memes!
I am visiting Maryland where I grew up. Mom has all these books I made as a kid. I joked that it was the start of my meme making. I would cut photos of animals out of magazines and caption them. I’ve included some of these early vintage memes below.
Look who grew a thing! After two or three years my fig tree has finally produced fruit.
We pulled a couple wrinkly black mission figs from the tree today. Awesome!
All the usual characters: mockingbird, thrasher, cat and our newest friend the dragonfly!
We have a happy habitat going in the grass. We are constantly weeding to keep crabgrass at bay while seeding this new lawn. I hunt runners that are reaching; I find the elbow where they drop into the ground and I pop em out. There’s a callous on the inside of my index finger and the outside of my pinky finger from yanking crabgrass.
We look for crabgrass seed heads in the afternoon sun and swift but gingerly collect them for the burn pile.
When I close my eyes at night I see the shape of crabgrass growing behind my eyelids like the flower of life- eternal.
We leave some mustard green for the birds and dandelion too. It’s an aesthetic: rich, luxurious biodiversity.
Piggles (AKA Biggie Smalls the cat) crouches and crawls in the tall tufts at dusk. He pounces on little white butterflies that are flitting all around.
We learned about human design at ladies night and now we’re vision boarding about it.
I have four open centers: crown, third eye, solar plexus and root. I made colored affirmations for each and surrounded them with all things that bring me joy- in full color!
This morning on the porch, the same Aberts towhee, looking plump and healthy, came chirping on the fence once again.
Well hello. I guess you’re my new friend. Might as well embrace the new lead character of our backyard, as we move up the food chain from the precious mantis to the predator who transmuted it into her bird energy.
Towhee IS the mantis! It’s a small change with a huge impact.
She chirped to the ground for a drink from the saucer, chirping as she went. The cats just watched from across the yard. She chirp-hopped back up on the fence and was gone the same way she came.
There were two woodpeckers on the palm tree, two mockingbirds scuffling in the ocotillo, two quail digging in the dirt.
Tertiary mantis theory: it went to the lemon tree for some lacewings and in doing so, perhaps, our original hero made it yonder down the food chain and not hither into the mouth of a bird.
Or both!?
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