Old stump of a Cabbage Palm (Sabal Palmetto) on the back of our property. The patterns are interesting..
Stump
What Is Going ON?
Don’t know why our skies have become gigantic light shows, but we’ve lived here for 20 years and the change is recent. Must be, because I love looking up. Love clouds, the changes, the planes. The stars. Occasional blimps. God’s creation is beautiful.
Hmm…
Eastward
St. Jude
I recently said a novena to St. Jude and my prayers were answered.
This is an acknowledgement and thank you! The lady in question has finally gotten help.
Sentry
Tonight
Edit!
If the picture is pretty enough I de-saturate to see what that would look like… with this one I took it both ways… and decided to post because… well, it’s lovely.
One Year
Though incapable of remembering anyone else’s death date, I do my father’s. He’s been gone a year today.
There’s not been one day since that my thoughts haven’t turned to him. In pain, fear, joy… just wanting to share or get his opinion. This is remarkable since we only had three years together and only met once in person. And I didn’t even take his picture! (which still surprises and amuses)
But he’s my Dad and I love him dearly.
I miss you very much, Dad.
Heavens Above
Thank the good Lord I get up early!
Most are as shot.
They look pretty but are not overwhelming like the real thing. Not even a fraction of the beauty is represented here. I ran around taking pictures, forgetting knee pain, hip pain… saying “thank you” with almost every heartbeat.
Thank you.
Poor Hibby
My just-this-year-planted hibiscus is blighted. Can’t say with what, but the poor thing can hardly stand. Leaves curled, yellowed. It’s a broken thing, just bowed under the weight of… something.
I’ve tried my best but watching it suffer had me convinced that digging it up was the only recourse. Until yesterday, it shot forth one of most beautiful blooms I’ve ever seen! Is this a cry for help? Hope, it seems, springs eternal… even in the face of imminent demise.
My sister in law advocates feeding. “Everything needs to eat” says she, in that voice of experience we all seek when flummoxed. I shall give it a try.
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