Saturday, June 16, 2012
ceonothus thought compulsive
This plant photographed near here a few days ago grows wild in California and in similar climates. In an English garden, though of a lovely colour, it often strikes an alien note, among pastel shades. We had one in our small front garden a few years back. It grew into a tree, which took up a lot of space, and then blew over in a storm. We missed it for a while but not any longer. When it is not in flower it stops being much of an adornment and the space can be more interestingly used.
In the train I realise that I have nothing to read. Instead I decide to think. Not an easy pass time.
I don't believe that I suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder. But sometimes I am nearly there. Before I go out I have to check for the following things on or about my person: Camera, notebook, pen, pencil, reading glasses, spare notebook with tear out sheets. These are essential, and if I forget them I have to go back. Other items - such a knife if I am going to the garden, a handkerchief, my wallet containing money, plastic cards and the like, and loose change - I can often do without. And I think of myself as free.
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I have three ceonothus in a row, of a slightly deeper blue. I loved them more when they were smaller but I'm getting a bit alarmed how big they are becoming, and am told that only mild pruning is recommended. Sigh, everything grows too much in our rain forest!
For many years (60) I suffered from heavy OCD. Check for cigarettes in pocket, Rucksack, purse or briefcase and always being surprised to see them and wondering how they got there.
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