Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

From where I sit, I can see the giant round, blue, Swedish chair (that Nellie uses for calisthenics) beyond the gray, above ground, Bestway Steel Pro Max swimming pool.

One pink rose blooms at the corner of the vegetable garden. The six types of weeds growing up between the fencing of chicken wire, plastic, bungee cords, metal rods, dowels, and iron banister pieces from the old house, obscure and protect the bumper crop of dark green and purple kale.

Nellies toys, bones, hula hoops, pillow stuffing, flip-flops, and T-shirts (also known as Teeth Shirts) are spread over the lush green grass.

To be kind, one might call the look hodgepodge. Less kind visitors might use the word  eyesore.

If I were a different person, I might be embarrassed at the uncouthness of it all. However, the vista of natural and man-made blue, gray, green, brown, black, yellow, red, orange, and white, in all it’s shades, shapes, and sizes is like nothing I’ve seen before.

I sit in awe.

Namaste

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