Now a blue sky is no longer slate gray all the time.
Even with the healing that must still take place, the world looks different to me now.
This is the Nyssa sylvatica (black gum, or tupelo) last week in my front yard as it kind of looked to me. It's photo shopped, but you get the idea.
And this is what it really looks like in October.
As my eye heals, focus will get sharper. The fog is gone -- I am no longer looking through a sheet of waxed paper. But to see the bee on the dahlia I will need a few more weeks.
I had a sudden onset cataract, not the typical slow-developing creeping fogginess that is more typical and is usually a result of aging. Early this summer I abruptly began to be bothered by bleary, indistinct sight. I thought my glasses were dirty, and compulsively cleaned them all the time. Then I thought it was allergies, causing my eyes to water. I compulsively touched my eye, trying to clear the blurriness.
My eyeglass prescription had gone way off. So far off I thought I had picked up somebody else's glasses somewhere by mistake.
I bought a macbook laptop this summer with spiffy "retina display" that I thought would improve the jumpiness of text on the computer screen. It was better than the old screen, and after replacing a 6 year old underpowered computer it was wicked fast, but I thought for the price the screen should be a lot clearer.
Now I know better.
In a miracle of modern medicine, they took out the lens in my eye, and inserted an artificial lens that will always be 20 / 20. My laptop display now sings.
I can't wait to read your blogs now and pore over your photos. (Captcha codes are still maddeningly murky, though. There's no operation for that.)
I can't wait to wander in my own garden and see -- really see -- the details of leaf and petal and bug and pollen and yes, even the hidden weeds that took advantage of me this summer when I did not notice them so clearly.
They are toast. I will be able to spot those sneaky buggers soon.