Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
Wednesday in the Hammock with Morrie
There is a commentary that goes with these photos. To see it and to enlarge them all, click on the first photo. The arrow on the right of the photo will take you to the next photo. Have fun! Morrie and I want to share our afternoon with you. He’s narrating.
This swallowtail gave Mom a merry chase.
She took at least fifty shots before she could get photos good enough to share.
Then she was so tuckered out that she decided to take a little rest in the hammock.
She enjoyed looking at the lawn Pasiano had just mowed that morning. I tried to help by nipping at his heels, but he got a bit testy, so I retired to my bed in the doggie domain.
She then saw Ganesha staring at her from across the way. He’s the patron of writers, which reminded her she had a book to read.
So she read a few lines before. . . .
I decided to join her! I’ve gotten real good at jumping up into the hammock, sometimes jumping up so fast that she lands on top of me as she’s getting in the hammock. Then it is an interesting tussle.
I’m pretty happy to have mom’s full attention
in spite of Diego’s best efforts to win them away from me. Once he tried to jump up with us, which created a lot of excitement.
For once, although he is twice my size, I have the upper hand. I taunt him with my smile!
Once we are settled, mom gives up trying to read and we have another look around.
We see a little sprout growing from the tarred area where the men cut off the big limb when they cut back the pistachio tree.
Some of the foliage is starting to come back
One of the limbs had a little decoration hanging from it, so they left just enough of it to support the wire it was hanging from. Mom kind of had a laugh at that.
We could see the birds and butterflies still alighting in the tabachine tree.
A cardinal perched on the top of a cactus for such a short time that Mom couldn’t focus fast enough, so she didn’t get a very good shot.
Same was true of the yellow bird she thought was an Oriole but later discovered was probably a yellow-breasted chat
But I got tired of watching birds I couldn’t get out of the hammock fast enough to chase, so I decided to get comfortable.
Mom had a massage today and I saw him rubbing her feet.
But she didn’t get the hint.
So I settled back to take it easty.
I’m trying to be a good influence for my Mom, who is entirely too wrapped up in that machine she taps day and night. Today was different. She had a date with me! Sorry Diego. I’d like to say it is your turn next, but I’m afraid this is one place where being the runt of the littler pays off!