I Like Carrots...

The fridge is full, John brought down this box and said there are more in the garden. Spike photobombed the photo as I was taking a picture to send Dana. Since carrots are his default snack he must have been wondering if we had really left a whole box of them right under his nose.  On the other hand, perhaps he wasn't sure what was in the box, hence the quizzical look.

I just saw a bright yellow fire truck drive up the hill behind our house. I've never seen a yellow one here before. It didn't seem to be in a hurry so it might have been doing some sort of reconnaissance. There are a lot of open fields up there and it is a notorious place for fires to start. Fortunately all hands are on full alert, and most of them are put out  quickly. I find myself musing, who is going to mow that, as I pass anyplace with tall grass. I also muse sometimes about how much safer I would feel in a nice Scottish stone house with a tile roof....

I had a nice talk with Sheresse, my Pilates teacher today. We were agreeing that the news was awful and heartbreaking and she said, there's nothing we can realistically do to change things so we might as well concentrate on living as well as we can. I ventured to wonder what if  perhaps we showed up/organized  more protests? She looked at me and said, ''I'm Black. I show up every day". Maybe we could all take something from that. Maybe we  all just need to show up  by being the best we can. Ranting is too exhausting....