A walkway in Park Güell, Barcelona Spain. Gaudi architecture.
It was a lovely spring day, here in Kyiv. It was Easter. I had a loaf of Easter Bread, courtesy of my friend, Oleg, and Maggie and I each had a bath.
Maggie is my sweet Scotty girl. I call her the “Scottish Terror”. She hates baths. You can tell by the woeful expression in her eye. She then went and “hid” behind the coffee table and looked at me reproachfully for the rest of the afternoon.
I took this photo with the weekly photo challenge of “down” in mind, although it’s difficult to be directly over a very wiggly Scottish Terror.
Maggie has been a part of my life for 9 years. She has lived with me on Kodiak Island, Alaska; in Kosice, Slovakia, and currently, Kyiv, Ukraine. She has her own passport. She has seen me through good times and bad times. She has refused to give up on me even at my darkest hour. Every evening after work she greets me as if I am the center of her world. And no mater how bad the day, she makes me smile.
I hope this Easter time finds you in a good place.
It’s a sure sign of spring, the dandelion. This pervasive weed has spread globally. And yet, I can’t dislike it. It’s bright yellow head, the bitter taste of spring in it’s young jagged leaves. The delight of school children, as they proudly bring in the already wilting flowers to moms and teachers. (I got two pollen filled bouquets just today!) And no matter how it’s attacked, sprayed, dug, plucked, stamped on, it lifts it’s bright yellow head in the morning.
What a lesson.
I’ve been struggling with being able to let things go and move on, taking things too personally, letting others bruise me in too many ways.
A long time ago I wrote a poem called weeds. It was in my adolescence, and very emo, I’m sure, but one of the lines was:
Calling me from my garden, so well tended
Calling me to be free
To take a chance
It has gone from winter directly to summer here in Kyiv. The birds are singing frantically in the trees outside my flat. The air has cleared from the late winter fires of everyone burning what ever trash they could find. The snow is almost all gone, except for a few dirty and ragged piles in some shadowed places. I ran out with my camera to photograph what I could around my soviet-era apartment building. I’m so glad I did because I got some of the best shots of apple blossoms, and today, they are already gone.
As I’ve mentioned, I have a page on Facebook, as well, (www.facebook.com/RuthAnnKarnowski ) and my Darling Companion has suggested that I think of a theme per week. He then thought about my attention span and said, at least keep your photos themed around one idea per day! So, lets try that, and you can join in! I’d love to hear what you think of the theme, of the photos, or contribute your own thoughts and photos as well!