I made a movie this morning.
You know, put the camera on “Movie” setting and filmed a Hollywood epic.
In my movie the stars were trees and flowers and plants and the sunrise.
You guys should see and hear the classic film!
I would show you. I would.
By my husband has threatened to–well, he’s threatened me if I show another human soul. The kids probably could watch it and get a good laugh, but I can’t figure out how to email the darn thing.
It all happened almost accidentally. I discovered the button on the camera. Began filming. And then started narrating the morning adventure.
And that’s what had my husband in stitches. I kinda sound like I’m on drugs.
“Here is a tree. Isn’t this a beautiful tree? Oh look at the poplars and maples and–oh–here is a lovely oak. Now would you like to see the flowers growing by the side of the road? Here is Ms. Goldenrod. Don’t brew Ms. Goldenrod into tea. Especially if you have allergies. I tried to about ten years ago and ended up sneezing for two days. Please don’t.”
The movie continues in that vein. It records striking–well, not so striking–views of the sun coming up through the trees. It shows our road at about 7:30 a.m. It attempts to pan in on Queen Anne’s Lace and St. John’s Wort but the camera never focuses.
The seemingly drugged narrator keeps talking about the plants and trees as if she’s discovered some sort of Garden of Eden when, truly, it’s simply the side of the road.
Nonetheless–all the more–even though you shall never view this particular Hollywood film–I do believe we are in the Garden of Eden. We’re surrounded by exquisite beauty. Magnificent colors. Incredible wildflowers. Dancing trees.
OK, maybe Hollywood would scoff. Maybe everyone would scoff.
But don’t you think the most simple things in life are the most precious?