As I sit and contemplate life in my oh-so-comfortable recliner with the blinds closed against the sun, I can’t help but notice the silhouette of the desert plants that are now in the planter that used to contain basil that my daughter put there when the basil outgrew them.

So now I’m contemplating the silhouette as well as life and enjoying the unexpected art that is my window and will suffice until the sun reaches the other side of the house and I once again open the blinds.

Such is life this summer, with horizons less wide and smaller things than usual catching my attention.