Oh it is Tired Tuesday. I do not see why I should feel so tired, although I have a couple of educated guesses. Never mind those, I always question self-diagnoses anyways.
I went for a nice walk earlier, snapping pictures on my smarter-than-me phone, in hopes of doing a Pedestrian Post. I got some good ones, but then I remembered I still had a couple I had taken on a previous walk. Under the heading Waste Not Want Not…
Some flowers still bloom!
This outside Basloe Library in Herkimer, NY. I have not had a container garden in the last few years, but when I see an urn of flowers, I start planning for next spring. Then I start thinking of all the things I have to do to make the plan happen and get bogged down in discouragement and remember that my plans all go to hell anyways. Still, I might be able to make something happen. One must not give way to despair.
Well, this is what happens to me on Tired Tuesday: I can’t share an innocent picture of flowers without starting to whine and cry about something. I really need to get over myself. Quick, share another picture.
Sometimes I see red.
This was also outside the library. I love the red against the white. Maybe I could plant a tree like that in my yard (see, there I go making plans again).
Now that I look at it, not the best shot. Oh well.
This was in Meyers Park. There are a lot of trees there, in various stages of color. I took a picture of a different tree there tonight, I mention as a preview of coming attractions. Tomorrow I may use some of the pictures I took today’s (I think I took enough for two posts), but I have rehearsal for He Laughed Himself to Death, so no promises.
Mohawk Valley Girl 