It’s so strange how the snow melts from the bottom up.
I was ready to plug in my beautifully hung lights into the extension cord. My husband was sitting on the edge of the deck with the dog. Of course, he would be watching. Daylight was waning now so I was hurrying a little. I put the ends of the two cords together.
Then came the point of decision. Do I turn around and look at my husband? Or wait for him to ask.
It should have been easy. We knew where we needed to go, what we needed to accomplish at each stop, and how much time it should take us to complete our round of errands. We packed a water bottle to avoid unnecessary stops at convenience stores and made sure we had our face masks handy! But everything took so much longer than we expected!
Interesting, I thought. I haven’t had a Christmas tree plugged into that socket in three years, yet the smart speaker still responds, even when it’s turning a lamp on and off. If anything, she should not be “authorized” to turn anything on or off if it is no longer the “Christmas tree”, for example.
The last rose of summer. Tiny in size. Deep crimson, the color. Intoxicating fragrance. A little piece of my heart at the end of a stem. Beauty emerging from the thorns.