A little flower

“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” ― Hans Christian Anderson Linked to Cee’s Flower of the Day

White azaleas

“White… is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black… God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.” (Gilbert K. Chesterton) Linked to Cee’s Flower of the…

Cherry blossoms

“What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.” (Kobayashi Issa) Linked to Cee’s Flower of the Day

Wildflowers in a mountain meadow (???)

Not really. Just the white violets in my front lawn before it was mowed today, the first mowing of the season. “When the time is ripe for certain things, these things appear in different places in the manner of violets coming to light in the early spring.” (Farkas Bolyai)

Always changing and never changing

“But even when the moon looks like it’s waning…it’s actually never changing shape. Don’t ever forget that.”  (Ai Yazawa) When things around me are in a state of upheaval I look at the moon and realize that though everything is always changing, some things really never change. My father may be in hospice care, and…

Looking on the bright side

“I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.” (Thomas Hood) Once again, I’ve been away from blogging for quite a while. Since the beginning of March my 92-year-old father has gone into cardiac arrest twice, has been hospitalized twice, and now is…

The silence that comes with fog

A dense fog from yesterday morning, as seen from my back deck… “I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.” (Om Malik)

Pocket of Joy: The view from my porch in the golden hour

“Grief makes you feel like you’re going crazy,” or so says the author of a blog post on the website whatsyourgrief.com. And the added stress of helping care for an elderly parent, mixed with grief over losing one’s spouse, can amplify the craziness. So I need my “pockets of joy,” like this soft-focus view from…

December Azaleas

It’s cold here in the Deep South. This morning it was 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 Celsius), and it didn’t get out of the 30s all day. There is ice in the bird bath, and we had snow flurries last night. But my azaleas are blooming. The azaleas always bloom in the Spring, and for the…