It's our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
Today I chose to put another coat of paint on the emerald dresser. And take a walk with the dog. And finish book 2.
And I would like to choose a house elf. Just saying.
Popped open the can of Emerald Cut paint this evening, and if the practically perfect, ever practical, and wondrously magical Mary Poppins is to be believed, I am half way to crossing number 8 off the non-resolution list.
Is "My dresser needs a second coat" an acceptable reason to call in sick?
Today's post is not about the mountain. It is an announcement that I have started rereading the Harry Potter books, beginning with Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. About which I would like to say a few words, and here they are:
Nitwit. Blubber. Oddment. Tweak.
Plus I have added #53 to the list: Make a treacle tart.
And I share these that didn't fit into the wildflower or animal posts.
( The funny thing to us is that along the way there are a few signs that say "Scenic View--1000 ft." None of these pics were taken at designated "scenic view" sites. )
Last month, on my way to see the gynecologist in the big town, I drove past wild horses and antelopes and mountains with awesome expanses of clouds, sunshine and shadows in between. I passed a car with a camera being held out the passenger side window. And it occurred to me that after five years of trips to the big town, I no longer take pictures out the window along the way. Maybe because I already have already photographed the whole trip. Maybe because I know, that no matter how hard I try, I can't capture the awesome landscape with my point and shoot. More likely, because I take the amazing scenic views for granted. So I'm thankful today for a reminder to slow down, stop occasionally, look around, and take a picture.
You know what this picture means, don't you? Sibley Lake is open. Time to get the kayaks out.