As I sat up late one night savoring my nightly menopausal
insomnia, I remembered something that happened about thirty years ago when my
oldest daughter was quite little. My mom
and I were outside enjoying some nice weather, and we noticed the Roses were
blooming. I decided to photograph the Roses (what don’t I photograph?), so I ran and got my camera. Upon returning, I lamented that it was such a shame there
wasn’t any dew on the Roses. It would make for a much better photo.
Jokingly, I told mom that maybe we could both spit a lot on
one of the roses to create the effect I was looking for. She had no idea that what she would utter
next would bring me to my knees laughing – she wasn’t even trying to be
funny.
She said, “Yeah, sometimes you just have to [ready for
this?]......
…. Make do.” (dew)
Gotta love our Mother's! So you're saying....as I look at that beautiful photo of the rose....that's "spit" on there replicating "dew"???? Ummmm.....or is it just a photo you found with "real" dew on it? And the spittal photo didn't come out quite as planned? ;)
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