A Different Perspective

OK, I misspoke (miswrote?). I should have said I thought the ceiling was trying to send me messages, but the letters I saw kept dancing about and recombining so much that I couldn't make sense of them, although I kept at it for the abovementioned six hours. Maybe this is why people become acid freaks: they are determined to figure out what the ceiling is trying to say. Luckily, I have a short attention span.

Also, nowadays I have Miss B to give me a new angle on the world. Last week I took my first Trekalong trek with her down to the nearby conservation land to show the sock (there is a sock now, really) my Thoughtful Spot. The sock was suitably pensive over the whole experience, but more on that later. Thanks to Miss B, I saw this.


Beauty in a skunk cabbage. I never noticed before how many roots it has, the better to get all the water it needs.