If Only It Was Green

   I am one of those folks who will reuse or repurpose something until it literally is no more.  Take my canning pot, as an example.  Once the enamel got a bit chipped, it started rusting rendering it not the best for canning.  Since I had three of the same pot, I simply got down another from the upper shelf and relegated the rusty one to be used in the greenhouse.  There, rust does not matter.  Plants are not choosy when it comes to containers.  So, the pot found a second life in the art of gardening.

  The other day, I grabbed the pot that had been sitting upside down on the greenhouse floor for some time.  I needed it to haul the fine compost to the garden.  I filled the large pot time and time again and carefully deposited the mulch under the broccoli plants.  With the last emptying, I had to start giggling!  There, on the inside of the pot sat a blob of dirt from the last time the pot had been used.  It was the perfect silhouette of a movie character...one of the most loved characters in the recent history of all movies...Grogu...better known as "Baby Yoda".

  Yep, I had been carrying that pot for the last hour without ever noticing that image!  After seeing it and having a fit of giggles in the middle of the garden, I figure there had to be a reason that Baby Yoda came to visit.  In this old, messed-up world full of insecurities, bitter divisiveness and downright hostility, this puppet dude is the one thing that most folks agree on...he is adorable.  So, finding his image in my garden (and I admit to having an overactive imagination) gave me the inspiration to plant more, share more and care more.  Now...if only the image in my pot was green!...with big, sad, puppy-dog eyes and the innocence of a babe...I would be in awe.  As it is, though, this is just little blob of dirt but the thought of Baby Yoda did brighten my day.

It's My Choice

  Have you ever sat back and pondered what is and what should be?  Not that I have all of these deep thoughts that could ever bring world peace or a solution to looming problems but I do ponder things.  Years ago, Pop told me that if I thought long and hard enough about an idea, I may just come up with an understanding deeper than what I originally had.  Made sense back then some fifty odd years ago and still holds true today.  Most folks just don't think long enough to find a solution to anything anymore.

  If you look into a mirror you see what is.  There is no denying that fact. And while most of us may like or dislike what we see in that image, it does not give insight on what could be.  The possibilities are there.  The reflection we see is not the same as the reflections we can think.  The image in the mirror can be modified to cover surface blemishes but if we do not reflect long and hard we, ourselves, cannot be changed.  It takes deep reflection into our minds to figure out how to improve our lot in life.  Ha!  I told you that I pondered!

  All of this pondering on reflections actually had nothing to do with anything yet had a lot to do with everything.  Early this morning, the dreary skies gave me just enough light to catch a reflection on the calm waters.  A branch had somehow become lodged in the edge of the marsh and cast such a beautiful image on the water below that it started the mind reeling.  There was no improving the picture in my mind.  I can find beauty in the oddest of things simply because, a long time ago, I discovered that I am far happier looking for beauty instead of seeing ugliness.  Some claim that I turn a blind-eye to what is happening in the world but I beg to differ.  I merely see things in a different light.  I could go around seeing ugliness which would fill me with anger, disgust and pain or I could seek beauty and fill my spirit with happiness, hope and peace.  I choose the latter.  

The writings...errr..pictures on the wall!

Have you ever noticed how if you stare at something long enough, you can began to see all sorts of things in a picture?  Or in my case, I stared at a blank wall and saw all sorts of things!  The other day, it was raining like nobody's business so the house was rather dark inside if we had the lights off.  Son had been down in the kitchen with me but meandered upstairs for a bit.  When he was at the top of the stairs, he quietly remarked that there was a "face",  "There is a face?" I questioned.  All I got as an answer was a "Yup"..no explanation.  Well, curiosity got the best of me so I grabbed the camera to investigate this face he saw.  The walls at the top of the stairs are painted an ecru color..sort of drab white with no pattern nor texture. There on that off-white wall WAS a face!  In fact there were several faces!  I took several pictures even though I was not sure if the faces would show up on camera or not.  After taking a number of shots from different angles, he and I tried to figure out just what was creating the illusion. No lights were on upstairs..the only light was ambient light from the next room's windows.  Those windows were a good twenty feet away AND the window blinds were all the way closed.  Being as there were no "stripes" on the wall, we decided that the light was not a filtered effect from the window (blinds).  Try as we might, we could not find anything that might be reflecting a weird pattern on the wall.  The light from the window most likely would not be bright enough to be reflective anyway.

Image captured on a dreary, rainy day with no added lighting other than  what was coming through closed window blinds from the next room.  It is on a plain off-white wall.

When I transferred the photographs to the computer, I was amazed at how well the shadowy figures were picked up by the camera.  My first "face" was that of what I imagined to be a little girl.  She appears to be in bed and perhaps holding a blanket or toy up near her face.  In my wild imagination, I feel that the little girl with the long curls is having a bad dream.  She is frightened.  Or perhaps at some point she witnessed something evil and was having nightmares because of the sight.  Poor baby girl.

Circled is what I see as a face of a little girl.  In my imagination, she is in bed  and is holding a toy or blanket near her face.  She has long curly hair and a sweet face!

 The second figure above her is a man.  This guy looks a bit angry to me.  Perhaps this is villain in the little girl's dream?  With his long hair and mustache, I feel that he is from a time many years ago.  His eyes appear "shifty" as if he is guilty of something.  Yes, it is a stretch but hey..this is my imagination!

In this small circle is what I see as a man's face.  He does not appear to be too  happy making him be cast as the villain in the little girl's nightmare!

 Behind the little girl is a shadowy figure of a woman.  This lady looks kind.  Perhaps she is the little girl's mother who is there to calm the fears of a nightmare about someone evil that scares the little girl.  The lady is wearing a long dress..again suggesting that the story took place many, many years ago.  I wonder...

Unless you can enlarge the picture, it will be hard to see this one.  The outline shows the figure of a woman.  Perhaps this is the child's mother who has come to comfort her after a vivid nightmare!

Ok, ok...so I know that I am going a little strong here!  I have warned you before that I have an overactive imagination!  But enlarge those pictures and stare at them a while...you might just start to see faces, too!  If you do...dream a bit!  Imagine and create your own story behind the faces!  I see the faces..I am just a bit confused at how the image was formed!