scent of joy

first an unpleasantry. the truth is i have constant bruises on the sides of me boozams. why, bra, are you so cruel to boozam? 

i've had a shower and washed my hair and thus i feel rightly smug. 

today waa h's birthday and we both mutually and simultaneously came to the conclusion that we needed to spend it in sanctuary. SANCTUARY! quiet quasimodo. bird sanctuary that is.

it has been a few years since we've been there but h has informed me this is her 3rd bday spent there.  also the same woman as always was at the entry booth selling the same brown packetts of bird seed. 

it was beautiful,  peaceful,  amusing and fun.  "there is something about a duck waddling purposefully towards you." i laughed to h as we were charged by a few.

sandpipers were piping.

bird blind beauty shots occured.

much walking, sweating and bench warming was had. tower asended and decended.

no sandhill cranes.

we were there 3 hours. then we got shawermas. and dairy queen. once h knew about the pumpkin pie blizzard,  that was it for her.

we et it all in the shade of the backyard.  the sky begain to be smoky. mom made h's day by giving her a bag of swiss chard and tomatoes from her garden for h's bday.

i was tired. but i needed to get fruit for the promised fruit salad. so i dragged my carcass out again.  got some fruit at save-on but wanted mangos so i stopped at kins. got some mangos, and nectarines and in line up to pay i smelled/saw them. bags of guava. i bought  a bag and since have been over the moon beside myself with the gorgeous scent of guava. i made mom and dad smell it and guess the fruit.  i walked into the kitchen and there they were sitting there emitting their heaven and my heart expanded in guava joy.

my body feels good. tired. spent. glowing with guava love.