A Walk Around the Neighborhood

I bundled up and took a walk late this afternoon and found a few unexpected items. A neighbor had a vegetable garden that just wasn’t ready to give up. It had a thick gray vine with deep purple eggplants still attached. I have not gotten the hang of cooking eggplants but they are pretty. Around the corner I passed a climbing vine on a fence that caught my eye with its red berries. I share the photos as I would like to share my walk.

Eggplant still hanging in there

I don’t know if the cold has affected the quality of this eggplant but it is still beautiful and still shines. There were several smaller ones still on the vine too.

Red Berry Vine

I don’t know what this vine is but the cold hasn’t stopped it from making these bright red berries.

Upcoming Attractions

Life, love, laughter, tears, and waiting-and waiting-and waiting.  It is cold here and I love it. The wet I could take or leave except my area needs the water. So this rainy day is a good time to say hi and give a preview of some of the coming topics.

Divorce: that first year is a roller coaster ride.

When is this last grown child going to leave home (or be ready for me to leave home).

I have a hoarder friend who has a possum living in his oven. I do not lie!

Unemployment: A long stressful vacation with no money to spend.

Too many pets: My daughter calls our home a refuge for disabled animals. This was not intentional.

Undiagnosed Asperger’s Syndrome in a child: Not a walk in the park!

Too many books: Or too few book shelves.

Lorna

Welcome

I love hearing people laugh at my stories. Not fiction, but stories from my life and the lives of friends and family. No one is safe, but I change the names to protect the innocent and guilty, I am not here to make enemies. This blog is about the ridiculousness of life and the unexpected sweetness. OK, so now you are wondering what the title is about.  I love parks. I grew up in a city with great parks and lived directly across the street from a 45-acre one. And when I say parks I am not talking about a small patch of green and a playground, I am talking lush green hills and woods with trees four or five stories tall. To me parks are the greatest places on earth. A full life must include at least one great park on a regular basis. I could have called the blog “My life is a walk in the Park” but that was too long. “A walk in the Park was taken. But I realize that I would prefer comparing life to a park itself, rather than just a walk in one. I want the tragic-comedy of life to be as rich and lush as the parks that I love.

C.G.