No rest for the wicked, that's for sure.
There have been acres of filthy windows to clean.
There have been views to savor in the midst of filthy windows.
There have been new-to-me foods to cook and taste for the first time; these fiddlehead ferns came all the way from Canada to Trader Joe's.
It is also our job to annoy sleepy cats pretending to be innocent
And to be thrilled by a slightly less domestic one that we glimpsed on our way to a job this morning.
Glorious gardens that give us visual pleasure as well as a giggle (because they symbolize pissing contests between neighbors who have more money than is seemly)
And these feral delights running free, which are much more our style:
And between bringing clean and light to the filthy-windowed homes of the Peninsula, time for nourishment and friendship from Sangita in the Tastes of India class
And everyday, reminders to take a moment to smell the roses (or petunias, in this case)
A blossom of a different sort, captured by my father on my 1st birthday, May 31st, 1948.