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.
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