A Familiar Face

The nightmares have stopped: Dreaming that I am awake and can't remember where I am with an urgency that I need to be somewhere else and I can't know where else is until I know where here is.

But during the waking hours, names and faces on this side of the pond are conflated and muddled with names and faces from the other side of the pond and both time and place are jumbled. Thus, I struggle to put a surname to a given name and link a girl that I went to grade school with. That is both distracting and difficult to explain. And so I am back smiling a lot and avoiding conversations whenever I can.

And so my morning walks in my neighbourhood offered up an extra bonus when I could look this bonny flower in the bloom and say without hesitation--Caltha palustris. She nodded and smiled into my camera. Out of her hearing I can assert that she is no less beautiful for being rather common. I was surprised to learn that she is a native of the UK because she grew so nicely on the edges of my yard in Indiana where the ground was dampish. Sitting here in a wee Scottish burn, however, she is clearly at her best.