Sunday Sunlight

I was trying to get a photo of a blue jay in the tree yesterday when I noticed the beautiful sparkles showing up in the viewfinder.  I always get distracted by sparkly things, even though these sparkles mean I probably need to clean my camera lens.  My great-great grand-niece, Sabrina, who was visiting me today,  saw this photo and said, "Who needs another picture of a blue jay?  I'll take sparkles over feathers any day!"  While I can't agree with her completely, I do have to admit that I love sparkles, too.

Frivolous Friday

I just love sparkly things.  I don't think there's much of anything that sparkles more than a good sized tiara. If there is such a thing as reincarnation I figure I must have been a crow or a raccoon in my previous life. I am always having to hunt down my unbreakable gazing balls  that the raccoons have "borrowed" from my garden.  I see the raccoons in my garden at night industriously, yet furtively, rolling them away, pushing them with both of their front paws and I just don't have the heart to stop them...I just let them enjoy them for a while and then go hunt for them.

Anyway, when I'm feeling a little down, I sometimes put on one of my tiaras. I walk around for a bit, enjoying the feeling of it on my head, and then I go and look into the mirror. The sight of me, usually in paint stained, or gardening, clothes wearing a tiara never fails to make me laugh!