Extraordinarily ordinary

Today I fussed.

Webster needs to add another definition to the word 'fuss'. Yes, babies fuss and people fuss at one another....

But my form of fussing doesn't annoy anyone and it gives me great pleasure.

My fussing amounts to taking care of details. Perhaps it's rearranging books on a book case or deadheading flowers or mucking out a closet. It usually involves restoring order to chaos. (Freud would likely have a diagnosis here....)

At any rate, my ordinary day felt quite extraordinary after I finished fussing.

While fussing in my garden, I discovered a HUGE zucchini. I know I planted pumpkins and squash but I don't remember planting zucchini! We had sliced, breaded zucchini along with fresh scallops for dinner.

While fussing, I took a picture of these lovely double hollyhocks in my garden. All my hollyhocks grew over 10' tall this summer. Perhaps our cooler than normal spring and summer contributed to this feat?
I love the contrasting colors in this Swiss chard. Alas. I wished it tasted as pretty as it looks. So far, the only way I can eat it is to blend it with other greens in my blender for a healthy smoothie.

And then there is Otis. He joined me on the deck (appropriating one of the deck chairs as his) while I read.


This is a space marker at the privately owned campground adjacent to our home that Otis and I stroll through daily. This one marker always stands out with its furry head.

My good friend reminds me often that what I deem as ordinary days are really quite extraordinary.

Indeed, I am blessed to have an extraordinarily ordinary life.