Peace and beautiful blossoms!
Peace and beautiful blossoms!
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”
I’m sad to see these flowers fading. We really enjoyed the brilliant pops of color they brought to our “weed” garden. This was our first half-hearted attempt at a butterfly garden. We aren’t gardening people and we decided to dip our toes in the water and see how hard it might be to casually grow some flowers. Thank goodness our expectations were low. This was an excellent lesson for us. We have a better idea of what we might do next year when we make an honest effort to start a butterfly garden.
Although they are losing their color and becoming brittle, even faded flowers have certain beauty and quiet dignity.
Black and white photos of flowers are fascinating. Although color photos are stunning, it’s those easy to miss details that really catch my eye and those are seen best in black and white. At least, that’s what I think!
Have a great week!
Every morning I stop to check on the flowers on my way into my Loved One’s house. Let me tell you, these guys have been through the wringer since they first popped their sprouts above ground a few weeks ago. The temperature has been all over the place in the past week and these flowers haven’t given up. I was sure they were a goner when they were buried under the heavy snow on Sunday but lo and behold, this morning they had actually multiplied and I’m predicting that by afternoon they will be standing at attention in full bloom.
Over the past four months, my life has taken yet another turn and I’ve found myself headed in a direction much different than I expected. It was only recently when someone commented on how I had lost touch of my life that I realized that I could no longer use the circumstances as an excuse. It is time for me to accept that this is what my life is. I’m part of the sandwich generation, actually a double decker or club sandwich- depending on which term you use. I’m caring for multiple generations, in addition to my own kids- who are technically grown up and not requiring as much attention. It’s not something that happened to me. It might not be the path I would have chosen but it looks like it chose me and this is where I am. In all cases I’m given this precious opportunity to spend time caring for and being with people in my life that might not have played such a prominent role in my life under different circumstances. I might have talked to my loved one and visited regularly but not known the relationship that ours has developed into as her health declines. And the little guys would have probably been my dear grandsons who I love dearly and baby sat and spent time with but didn’t know as much as I do these two since they spend half their time with us. All of these relationships are deeper and fuller than I thought they could be. And for that I’m grateful.
As for those flowers? Every morning I’ll pause to check their progress and admire their strength, beauty and perseverance and they will forever remind me of this heartbreaking yet special time with people I love.
Peace and love,
Just over a week ago, we purchased some $1 flowers for a project that my husband is working on. I wasn’t sure they would survive. They were spindly three inch green spikes with no sign of a flower to be found. Since we brought the lot home, they have been subjected to hard rain, snow (3 times) and high winds. I was convinced that there was little chance that we would ever see a flower. We went away for the weekend, fully expecting to find either empty pots or the lot having fallen off the steps. You can imagine our surprise and delight when we were greeted by this pot of little cuties along with three others! If nothing else, these flowers are survivors! Now they need to survive three year old Beej!
Spring might have finally arrived here!
following the bouncing ball across the world
Taking the camera for a walk!!!
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EMBERS FROM SOMEONE DOGGEDLY TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF IT ALL...
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Sharing our outdoor experiences and books along the way...
Or not, depending on my mood