Precise and Lovely

 

As seen in on walk:  my neighbor's flower beds, so lovely and precise.  I can only sigh with just a little envy as I admire them.  In this one, even the little begonias area in rows, a nicely trimmed bush highlighting them.  I often see my neighbor outside in the early morning weeding to keep everything so pretty.

Mine can only be described as exuberant, not precise.   I like to think I'm going for a meadow kind of look, but even that may be more than a little generous description.

Inside my neighbor's house it's the same way, lovely, not a thing out of place.  Things are dusted and polished.  

And at my house the can of Pledge has been sitting hopefully on the table for weeks now.  Not that things are dusty, but they aren't polished either.

And upstairs in my sewing areas - I can't tell you how many projects are in progress or in hope of being in progress, and I don't want to count either.  

I wonder whether this is symbolic of a cluttered mind or of a creative mind.  I'm voting for a creative mind, of course, but who really knows how these things work.