What's your image of a love note? Is it something written in elegant cursive on scented paper? Is it a poem, or a declaration of undying affection dripping in metaphors? Or is it a tweet replete with emojis? By any of those definitions, it would be hard for me to say that I've ever received a love note. Here's what constitutes a love note in my household:
Every so often, when I download photos, I find pictures I didn't take. Beautiful sunrises are the most common but this week it was spiderwebs highlighted with dew left by our early morning marine layer. There's never any mention of these photos - I discover them on my own schedule in the process of downloading my own photos. Having linked my life to that of a practical-minded scientist long ago as a college freshman, I've never expected billet-doux, but I do treasure these surprise photos, even when they involve spiders.
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All material © 2012-2017 by Kris Peterson for Late to the Garden Party
Every so often, when I download photos, I find pictures I didn't take. Beautiful sunrises are the most common but this week it was spiderwebs highlighted with dew left by our early morning marine layer. There's never any mention of these photos - I discover them on my own schedule in the process of downloading my own photos. Having linked my life to that of a practical-minded scientist long ago as a college freshman, I've never expected billet-doux, but I do treasure these surprise photos, even when they involve spiders.
For more Wednesday Vignettes, visit Anna at Flutter & Hum.
All material © 2012-2017 by Kris Peterson for Late to the Garden Party