For several days now I've been out walking the dog in the evening, and have seen this charming vignette peeking out at me from behind my neighbor's woodpile. I just love the fuchsia chair with the bright red nasturtiums, but there was never enough light to take the picture.
But yesterday morning we had fog, so I slipped over in my bathrobe (no one's out at our end of the street at 7 am) and snapped a couple of quick ones. It's not great photography -- just a record shot -- but like just about everything else to do with these neighbors it makes me feel good.
I think it has something to do with the whole-heartedness with which they approach the world: almost everything they do, they do with gusto, with joy, with light hearts and playfulness and yet thoughtfully, with consideration and, well -- courage. And I really appreciate the spirit of that.
Here's another perspective on those same nasturtiums: see what I mean? Doesn't this adorable garden just brighten your day?