Today, I went back to Keri Smith’s wonderful This is Not a Book, page 156:
Braving the mosquitoes and the heat to go on my adventure, I came to a stop sign, walked ten more steps, and looked down at:
My feet (with professionally polished toenails, because there’s nothing like a good pedicure)
Gravelly asphalt with some dead leaves
A bed of beautiful, pale yellow lantana
I do love lantana, and it’s very forgiving of our heat and soil. We used to have some come up next to the house, but after we turned that area into a stone-covered walking path, it hasn’t come back. I think it will; it just needs to find a way past The Oleander That WIll Not Die. (I secretly congratulate the oleander, even though I know if we let it go unchecked, it’s reaching its poisonous branches toward Tim’s windows, seeking vengeance for that day.)
For 30 Days of Creativity.
Photo shot with my Nikon; I added the Polaroid effect using Picnic.
How did I miss out on your tale of “Gone with the Oleander?”
You probably didn’t know me from Adam in 2007.
there’s nothing like a good pedicure
So true, so true.
Except, in your case, a good cocktail. Or even a bad one, as long as it’s strong.
A cocktail and a pedicure. Book me at that salon!
I’m sitting next to you so I can hear your stories.
“And then the Mama bear said, ‘Someone has been sniffing around MY porridge!'”