It's kinda froggy out here

Typical May morning again – dense fog, birdsong, multiple cups of coffee, new photo app on the phone.

I'm so happy I got an Android when it was time to replace my BlackBerry. The only advantage of the BB is the keyboard – I'm an excellent typist on a computer, typewriter or BB keyboard, but my skills are CRAP on a touchscreen. It's not just the size of the keyboard, either. My typing skills are equally atrocious on the Nook Color.

This photo of distant fog and close-up peonies was taken using an app called One Man With A Camera. When you start with this app you first select a camera and then select a filter and then take your shot. I'd prefer taking the shot first and then running through the various effects, like Instagram, but this is fun, too. (I tried searching for an image to alter after I opened the app but didn't see how to accomplish it.)

In this picture, I love how the flowers mimics the treeline. I did NOT plan that, in fact I just now noticed it, after looking at the photo for the last 10 minutes trying to figure out something to say about it. Pretty cool, though, huh?

We all know by now what Jon Stewart thinks of Instagram (and, I assume, similar retro photo apps). I really don't care what you think, Jon Stewart! I'm having fun, damn it (and seriously, I could use a little fun, doncha think?), it's not breaking the bank and it hurts no one. What's not to love?

May mornings

My husband loves May mornings in the southern West Virginia hills. Many of them are shrouded in fog and most are cloaked with dew. The birdsong is lovely, especially when the robins and bluebirds and doves first start tweeting.

I've grown to love May mornings, as well. Actually, I love all mornings. I've always been a lark. Even as a teen I rarely slept 'til noon and about the only time you'll find me in bed past 6 a.m. is when I'm sick.

The sky this morning was stunning, with pink clouds (seriously!) punctuating the early, soft-blue sky. My mother used to say it was "sky-blue pink" outside. She wasn't an especially poetic woman, but I remember her saying that, and hope I always do.

This May morning will – WILL – find me in the garden, as soon as it warms up just an eentsy bit more. I hope to get everything weeded and planted today, and it will take most of the day to do it. I'm promising myself I will take some breaks and then get right back to it. My personality is the kind that likes to go from A to Z without stopping in between, but as I get older I find it's just not possible to go from A to Z without some kind of mental meltdown or physical injury.

And lest you think working in the garden will be drudgery … it's not at all. I'm so surprised to find, at my age, that digging and tilling and planting (and reaping!) are fun for me. I moved here, to a home with plenty of tillable land, in 1997, but only began gardening three years ago. Or was it four? The older I get, the more the years run together.

Speaking of years passing quickly … our triplet grandsons are four years old today. I looked at their three-year-old picture today and am amazed at the difference between three and four. Three = toddler. Four = BOYS! I hope they have lots of fun at their party and if anyone deserves a happy mother's day, it's their sweet mom, who's had her hands more than full since they were born.

Wishing you all well today, and I hope you get a peek at some sky-blue pink clouds and skies soon.