This morning I wandered outside for my usual stroll through the garden to wake up and get some morning air. The air this morning was really brisk but the sun was so beautiful and golden. I pulled the kitchen door shut, but not tightly, just enough to keep the chilly air out of the house.
As usual, I grabbed my phone in case there was something out there worth photographing. I saw this beautiful blue watering can against the wall and the warm sunshine made it glow nicely. So, I snapped.
Next snap, these beautiful flowers. I loved these flowers. They reminded me of the end summer and the arrival of autumn.
The sunlight really was beautiful and I was enjoying the morning
outside. My long list of things to do waiting for me at my desk didn't
matter. The fact that I hadn't even eaten breakfast or had my morning
coffee didn't matter. Look at this light! Glorious! I could spend all
day out there. I realized that should have brought my Diana outside with me. So,I walked
back to the house to grab my Diana and that's when I realized that the
door that I pulled to keep out the chilly morning air had locked
completely and I was locked out of the house, in my pajamas in the
backyard. My nose had started to run and my toes were cold. Yes, the
sunshine was gorgeous, but why do I do these things? I should know better
than attempt to function before coffee. I got excited by the sunlight
in the backyard and off I went like a magpie drawn to something shiny, again.
At least I had my phone with me. I called a friend with a key. She was able to leave work and come to my rescue. Thank goodness for that warm sunshine. My toes were nearing numbness. The warmest spot was by the back fence where the kids who live on the other side had smacked their baseball, again.
Here is a typical Northern California backyard view - tropical tree, citrus tree, fence and blue sky. Yes, I was pretty cold at this point and was trying to keep myself busy while waiting for my friend with the key to arrive.
My friend arrived just as I snapped this beautiful fuyu persimmon. I
have been watching this fuyu ripen from a green and bitter fruit to a
beautiful orange and sweet fruit. I think there is a Japanese Buddhist
lesson about the persimmon changing from green and bitter to orange and
sweet meaning how man is born ignorant but grows to be wise. I have learned
my lesson today. Don't just carry my phone on my morning stroll through
the garden - always carry my house key.
