I must have been too damned busy, and had too much on my old tin plate. After tying a bunch of Pheasant-tail Nymphs, I lost them before they could be anchored in the fly box.
The nymphs were scattered to the prowlers in the house, to the dust bunnies, cats, and ravenous vacuum cleaner.
In this busiest time of year, with all of the outdoors exploding with new life, I had too much to do, and needed to regroup.
I’ve got a lot of flies to tie. The lawn needs mowing. You know how it goes, with all that planning in your head.
Most of us can afford to slow down a bit, even if it’s only from some hyper non-activity on the couch. So I try to take a bigger inhalation of the dying lilac blossoms, try to peer through the columbine’s comb, and do whatever it takes to slow down the rapid passage of time.
Please note the pauses taken between each captioned photograph. They come from the expanding spaces of my previous two weeks. Each of us has comparable images remembered from recent days. Enjoy them before they’re gone.