Always be a Dandelion …
Well, I am the Fourth of July
I’m throwing you a fire in the sky
You could go blind in my light
But you were looking for an orchid
And I will always be a dandelion
These are some of the lyrics of a favourite song – I have it playing on my iPhone right now – whilst I love orchids I am one of life dandelions and am happy to be so! Hopefully some of my little seeds get blown around the globe from my rambling in this blog and settle in hearts that are moved and/or helped in some way.
What a topsy turvy day it has been and on one hand I feel like I have done little but when I break it down I have done quite a bit.
I had received a text saying my iPhone would be arriving between 14:00 and 18:00; so having told Evelyn I would go this afternoon I was about to leave her a note to say I might be delayed until tomorrow. I had been fiddling on with some jewellery making for a commission which delayed me getting on with chores this morning so by 11:00 I was just ready to walk the dogs and stick a note through Evelyn’s door when there was a knock at the door – and a lovely courier driver handed me my iPhone – great I didn’t need to disrupt my plans but what would have happened if I hadn’t been home when I wasn’t expecting him?
Of course I couldn’t then leave the phone boxed up and go to Evelyn’s so I got everything unpacked and set up; a few frustrations along the way but I got there. The most exciting thing was restoring my old iPhone settings to the new one and getting back my Pocket Frogs.
Pocket Frogs is a game but it is like no other game I have ever played. The frogs have to be grown and nurtured and then by understanding the genetics and aesthetics of the breeding programme we have to create a diverse range of sub species – a game of chance but with skill required too. I would have started from scratch but to get my valuable frog collection back and continue our journey together is even better.
Eventually after a short dog mooch I popped into Kirriemuir for a couple of messages and went to see Evelyn with the appeal letter I promised to draft for her. We had a nice chat too and I reluctantly tore myself away to come home and feed Pup and Dog. Since getting home I have been refining the setup and reclaiming all my music – hence I am listening to Antje Duvekot and her Dandelion lyrics amongst others.