I am SO not a photographer.
If you know anything, at all, about photography, you know: soon as I planned to take photos of shadows, the sky clouded over, erasing them all. Later, as the clouds thinned, the resulting shadow quickly disappeared while I readied my camera. You know.
The sand pictured below lives in the shadow of our house, a northeast inward corner and a cool playground for kiddos in summer. In early spring, though, it boasts the abundance of weed seed it has collected since last summer. In this photo, I have just raked all the weeds away. Don’t like to spray where kiddos play.
Nevertheless, here is the sand area, complete with shadow but sans board to keep it all in place. We’ll get a new board; the old one was termite-ridden. This is the usual spring cleanup ritual around our yard.
If you know anything, at all, about sand areas, you know the gritty-squish sound my shoes made as I tried to step lightly into the sunroom where my camera is. Will have to sweep there, soon.
If you know anything, at all, about gardening tools, you know what brand these are, from the fragment of label revealing itself from the underside. The torturous-looking one is torturous in real dirt, but in sand it is perfect.
Isn’t it odd the sand looks more like sphagnum in a close up? It looks just like sand, in reality.
Thinking about shadows made me realize I have an early bloomer in the deeper shade. Between the well-house and the house grow some hellebores. These picky little ones love living in the shadows. They were camera shy and I had to prop up their faces with my green watering can. It is fun to realize they have come back to bloom for me.
I can be like that, sometimes. Although I do enjoy an outing, I am most comfortable at home, blooming in the shadows. I like my old comfortable places
Don’t we all, Sisters?