Good to be back

I have a little ladder propped up against the wall that I climb to get water over to the side lot and to simply look at the plants.  I knew I was back when I climbed up early this morning and heard a hummingbird beating its wings about four inches from my ear as it savored the bottle brush tree.  Fantastic!  My senses are more in tune when I return.  I hear, smell, see, feel, and taste with renewed sensitivity.  To smell chocolate wafting from somewhere or to hear the dogs calling back and forth during the night, all so different and welcome.  And siestas....

And I see things anew.  I mean, why not?  Even the streets look amazing.

And how about your variegated ficus benjamina in the pot over there?  Check out this beauty.  Now, that is that how they are supposed to look?  Wow!

Of course, some things don't change.

This is just one of the current battles being fought and those battles are legion.

But really it just the simple sights that warmly welcome me back.