Another Sunday and I got nuthin’. How many blog posts have I started with the confession that I have not much to say? This is a rhetoric question; I do not intend to go back and check.
I fall back on my usual trick of throwing in a picture to pep things up. This was from May 2017. It is raw materials for my container garden on my deck. I have not had one these last few years, but I hope to have one this year. I have all kinds of hopes and plans. All I need now is to muster the oomph to do them.
Here is a later shot that same year. I think two of those pots are broken now. The third one is plastic, so it still ought to be around.
I believe this one filled out some as the season progressed.
Now that I look at these pictures again, I notice the backgrounds. The first one has a nicely mown lawn. That was when Steve used to do the mowing. In the second, I see a portion of fence with some vine growing on it, so that’s not so bad. However, the garage in the background of the third cannot be described as anything other than shabby. Professional photographers notice these things, and here we come to the ugly truth about me and photography.
And now I see I am over 200 words. Score! I hope it turns out to be a preview of coming attractions. I hope you will stay tuned.