Here it is. The French Fry Bush. The Quan Yin is out of focus so you can’t see her smile. I don’t know that I would be smiling if I had to sit and smell french fries all day but, she is the Bodhisattva of Compassion. French Fries, toddlers, babies, dancing bulldogs, all are welcome and loved and held in her loving embrace.
The little white blossoms turn into red berries in the fall. Anyone know this bush?
I am road weary. I have traveled all of California looking for a vehicle. I have become a Craigslist Connoisseur. I have come so close but one thing and then another, has blown the deal. I am starting to worry. Time is running out. If I have to settle for something less than perfect, I won’t have much time to work on it before the Monk arrives at the end of June. I go between feeling the right one will present itself and feeling like I should just take the one in front of me now that is less than.
I don’t know.
I am taking the day off of looking. I spent the morning with the cute baby. I had Pandora tuned to the Opera station and held him so he could gaze at the quilt that hangs on the wall and which makes his eyes go all bright and shiny. He stares and goes into a trance. He’s grown quite large, he now has more than one chin, but look at how dapper he is!
He was so entranced by the music and the quilt that he let me finish my book, The Queen’s Gambit by Walter Tevis. I don’t remember where I got this title but wherever it was, I thank you. A wonderful read.
And Thank You fat little baby!