Mistah and I have found ourselves looking at lots of recent photos lately. . . .
. . . and I keep returning to the Yellow Flowers . . .
. . . the Yellow Flowers Mistah shot in our neighbor's yard in September.
Something about those Yellow Flowers just speaks to me . . .
Maybe it's because they're in bloom, and nothing is anymore . . .
. . . maybe it's because the background is so green and lush and verdant, and nothing is anymore . . .
. . . maybe it's because they're yellow, and nothing is yellow anymore.
Maybe it's because we walked outside, barefoot, to check them out . . .
. . . and if we did that now our poor little tootsies-toes would freeze off.
Or maybe it's because even when one lives in the moment, and tries to be fully aware of the days passing by, and appreciates -- okay, tries to appreciate -- each season, it still seems to just zip by in a flash, and there is no more yellow anywhere.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz