in the backyard

We have a white hydrangea tree in the backyard. I don’t know much about plants, flowers or gardening, but I do know that what we have growing back there is indeed a hydrangea tree. Google told me so.

I haven’t been taking very many photographs lately, and I miss it. So, with nothing else on my afternoon agenda, I walked around the tree with my camera, happily shooting away. I would love to take a photography class to get better at my craft. (That feels funny, calling it my craft. But I don’t paint or draw or sew or design, so photography is the only craft I’ve got. Oh, and knitting. I knit a bit, too.)

Briscoe watched me from the back door, wondering why he couldn’t come outside and play along side me. Soon, pup, we’ll have a fence back there, and you can romp around to your heart’s delight!

I hate not having a craft. Well, I guess writing is my craft, but it is not the same as creating supa-amazing STUFF and it is my actual job as well.
I guess I’m just resigned to being a craft admirer. And a collater of other people’s crafty ideas.
That dog is too cute for words.