The first drops of rain

The first drops of rain always bring a smile on our faces.  The smell of wet soil, the damp grass, and the slosh of puddles under our feet makes us want to dance with wanton joy.  Rains make a heart go romantic.  Ever danced in the rain?  The feeling is inexplicably beautiful.  Hold your sweetheart’s hand and walk in the rain while the clouds play cupid.

~ G. K. Chesterton

A Wordle

Kel at the Xfacta has issued another Art Attack challenge so off I went to Wordle to capture a word cloud using the url from Bountiful Healing.

Here it is:

Lie to me

Lea Kelley tagged me with a Lie To Me meme.  To be honest (heh), I’m not good at making things up which seemed to me all the more reason to do it.  So, here goes…

Sometimes you can learn more about a person by what they don’t tell you.

Sometimes you can learn a lot from the things they just make up.

If you are tagged with this Meme, lie to me.

 

Then tag  7 other folks (one for each deadly sin) and hope they can lie.

Pride
What is your biggest contribution to the world?

My ability to tell amazing, yet believable, stories and lies at the drop of a hat.

This great talent once saved the world from aliens who came to our planet with the intention of destroying us, thinking we had no great stories to tell.  My stories were so entertaining that the aliens decided to move on to another planet.  Unfortunately for them, the stories told there were so dull that the aliens were soon destroyed by the boredom of it all.

Envy
What do your coworkers have that you wish was yours?

The daily  and intricate politics of working in a pharmacy and dealing with people.  Almost every morning I think to myself, “I miss the Drama Llama.”

Gluttony
What did you eat last night?

Frog legs and bass which I went out to the pond and caught on my own.  I had red-winged blackbird eggs for dessert because the bunny rabbits got away.

Lust
What really lights your fire?

Mummers.  Happy drunken men wearing dresses and feathers,  carrying parasols, and wishing everyone a happy new year really do it for me.

Anger
What is the last thing that pissed you off?

The neighbor allowing his dogs to come over and do whatever they wish.  Last night the dogs got in the rowboat and rowed around for hours!  They were having a party out there on the pond.  The nerve… and they didn’t even invite us to join them.  Worse yet, they were still here this morning, eating breakfast and reading the paper.

Greed
Name something you hoard and keep from others.

Snowflakes.

Sloth
What’s the laziest thing you ever did?

Had a giant slide built from the house to the pond so that when I want to go swimming I can slide down rather than walk.

I’m not sure who to tag so consider yourself tagged if you want to play along.  Consider my lack of tagging another example of my slothfulness.

Orange you glad…

(Pair of tangerines. 2007.)

Osh over at Deaf Pagan Crossroads emailed me with a request for the color orange.  Here ya go, Osh.  Orange, in all its glory.  Well… maybe not all.  But some of its glory.

I don’t know why I put off orange for so long.  It’s not as if I hate the color or anything.  In fact, I’m quite fond of it, especially this time of year.  (To be honest, the real reason I put off orange was because it takes me a ridiculously long time to put these things together and I haven’t had much in the way of spare time now that I’m not forced to rest because of pain/illness.)

(Guy in orange jacket.  2007.)

As I was going through my photographs looking for orange (a color that’s not at all difficult to spot!), I was surprised to find that orange likes to hang around with other colors more often than not.

(Orange in a rainbow.  2008.  © Robin)

(Spots of orange in fall foliage.  Pennsylvania.  2007.)

Oh sure, it occasionally stands out all by itself…

(Mini-pumpkin before the cats mangled it.  2007.)

(Bigger pumpkins.  2007.)

(Biggest pumpkin.  2007)

But in most of my photos orange is buddying up to some other color or colors.

(Orange and yellow flowers.  2008)

For the feet people

(My feet at the Jersey shore.  September 2008.)

Why isn’t there a special name for the tops of your feet?

~ Lily Tomlin

Well, you know, I had to do it.  I can’t go to the beach without including a post with my feet when I return.  Besides, it’s good for the hit count.  Heh.

I think I need a new pose, though.  This one is getting old.  It’s hard to tell one beach-feet photo from another.  I thought about trying to capture my feet in the water, but there are far too many good reasons to keep my camera away from the water.  (My natural klutziness is the #1 reason.)

For those not familiar with my feet, it all started here.

Blips and blimps

(Airdock. May 2006. © Robin)

I made a bit of a blip in the old blog earlier today so I thought I’d remedy the situation with a new post (although I have to admit it turned out to be an entertaining mistake). Besides, I’m resting and bored with resting.

M and I live near the oldest airship base in the United States. The Goodyear Blimp makes the rounds around here frequently, especially in the spring and fall. In May of 2006, when all of the following photos were taken, Goodyear had a new blimp to name and we happened to be around one day when they were doing touch and go’s. I mention this because of the “Hello My Name Is” tag on the airdock.

(Hauling the blimp. May 2006. © Robin)

It takes a few good men and/or women to move the blimp around when it’s on the ground.

(© Robin)