Catching up on my beauty sleep ... er, post

Somehow, the last three days slipped by without me posting any beauties. Durnit, how did that happen? Oh, well, it's the spirit of the law and not the letter of the law, right? I'll do as many as I remember from the last few days (because I *have* been watching, just not blogging), and then I'll quit.

I'll also post a photo or two of wisteria here, per Carleen's request. The quality of the photos is lacking, unfortunately, but at least you'll get an idea of how it looks. When I bushwhacked into the spot where I took the pictures, I also noticed how wonderful it smelled, so that can be my first beauty. I've read about the scent of wisteria before, but I'm not sure I've ever been close enough to experience it. It's light, not at all overwhelming, although I imagine if you were beneath an arbor covered with the stuff at dusk, it might be intoxicating. It made me think of the faint scent of grape Koolaid, and that's the closest I can come to describing it.

I like Barbara Samuel's post today about how we feed our inspiration, or Girls in the basement, or muses, or however you like to describe it, and that's just what I'm trying to do with identifying five beauties each day.

1) The aforementioned grape Koolaid scent of wisteria. Perfect.

2) The third Sunday night of Jane Austen on PBS with my daughter, and my older daughter joined us tonight, too. We decided we might even try to read some of these novels out loud while school's out this summer.

3) Friday evening, the shallow reflecting pool at the Modern Art Museum in Ft. Worth, with the skyline in the background. I may try to post a photo of that, too. We took the girls to get some culture on before gorging ourselves on ...

4) Pappas' bleu cheese bacon burgers. Anything with bleu cheese is beautiful in my sight.

5) Two brothers, about 7 and 9, in the waiting room at the dentist office. (I'm cheating, this was last week, but I keep remembering it, so I think that counts.) I watched them giggling and wrestling and inspiring each other to great mischief. I commented to their mother how different it is to watch two brothers than two sisters, or a brother and sister, which is what I've experienced in my own home and growing up. (My little brother and sisters were much younger than my older brother and me.)

5) A really good nap, which I had today. (Hmm, what sense would that fall under?)

6) The crackling silence right before a movie starts, followed by the film producer's little blurb. (I can't think of the right term.) I get chills, every time, when the MGM lion roars, or the Fox Searchlight flashes, or Focus Features' blurry circles intertwine, or Columbia's Lady Liberty holds up her torch. They all cast a spell on me, and I sink in for a two-hour escape from real life. Wait. Did I already do this one? Or something like it? Oh, well.

7) Bruster's fudge ripple ice cream in a waffle cone. Melty, creamy, rich, and dreamy. (And now you can see why the weight-o-meter to the right still hasn't budged.)

I think that's all I remember. I'm stretching. I'll be more attentive tomorrow.

Blogger said no go on posting photos tonight, except one up close of the wisteria taken with my cell phone camera at the Ft. Worth Botanic Gardens a few weeks ago. Maybe tomorrow...