Recently, I showed a lake scene where John and I had enjoyed a fast food lunch. My friendMrs. T suggested that the lake could be Sebago Lake. Now Sebago is a fairly large lake in my corner, not as large as Rangeley or Moosehead, but large for these parts. What I actually showed was a pond. Mrs. T suggested that I must be laughing at her expense. Oh, no, not at all. I know that looks can be deceiving.
You may remember my mentioning that my mother found this blog terribly amusing, and not for all the right reasons. She found it amusing because she thought my photographs made my home look far more pleasant than it actually was/is. Guilty as charged. There are precious few times when I show you things as they are. I prefer to put a bit of a shine on it.
~the azaleas bloomed again after their serious pruning last year~
See? I cut the whole house nearly out of it! ☺ If I could have figured out a way to grow green grass in the brown patches, I would have. By the way, is it not lovely how I make my entire neighbor's lawn look like my own? I suppose that there are eight or ten feet beyond the daffodil that are mine, but that's all.
Here's another. You don't suppose that there's really a stream of gold in the ravine, do you? Oh that there were!
Lastly, I'd like to offer my new profile picture as an example. I am simply loving the picture that Donna took of the two of us. I knew that I couldn't do any better, so I cropped her out of it and used it for my own devious purposes. (Another case of begging forgiveness rather than requesting permission.)
~former profile picture~
My former profile picture just looked so...so... well, so danged old. I don't know what Donna did, but she must have run us through every filter known to man three times over. Of my new profile photo, my mother might have said, "Accckkk...who's that?!" On the other hand, John rather likes it. At least, I've stopped being a tea cup or a chipmunk or a six-year-old for a while. Oh, Ellen, do we need to chat?
What do you think of facelifts, real or otherwise?