drowning at 7 feet sea level
Sorry for the plant spam, but it amazes me that these things are still growing. I usually kill everything except lilies, which just won’t die. (Seriously)
This philo hates its habitat. Too much sun, even though it has the fence on two sides and house on another.
We’re not blessed with shade and the areca palms certainly don’t supply any.
I’m thinking about planting something alongside the fence. Some of the gaps are so big Daisy could just walk right through.
I tried to choose only one photo of lilies that I shot this morning.
Can’t do it. Won’t do it. The good Lord blessed me with these so I’m blessing you with them.
Shakespeare, of course. The entirety:
“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. ‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The thronèd monarch better than his crown. His scepter shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings, But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself. And earthly power doth then show likest God’s When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this- That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea, Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.”
The headlines depress me, so here’s some more foliage.
The planted plants from long ago are doing great! We’ve even sprouted new colors!
…and I caught some dew this morning! Yay!
Look at this precious honey bee searching from one teensy weed flower to the next, pollen covering his antenna, thorax and even bundles of it wrapped around his wee legs!
I leave you with some chamber music…
I always take a picture of the first lily blooming each year, so here we are.
Also, look at this silly bugger, taking off like crazy!
Dormant for years, it now thrives. There must be a lesson in there somewhere.
I’m coming out of a hole. Digging up. While in one I never comprehend the walls and floor are dirt. That the light is low. That communication is muffled at best. There’s no love, no laughter. Numb to everything else, I bury myself in ancient reruns and audio books and the rest of the world, myself included, is shut out.
It’s not until I stick my nose above the dirt that I recognize there is a world and it’s alight with living. Because whatever I was doing was not living.
Don’t think I’m bi-polar, since this didn’t start until sometime around or after age 55. Some holes are very bad and I can’t find my way out for a month or more. Others are short, as I believe this to be. How would I know, really, since there are no timepieces in holes. I almost wrote hell. Don’t know when I dig in or how long I languish therein.
Luckily, this wasn’t a sinkhole.
I bought paint. And new drapes. Clawing my way out, one purchase at a time. I buy, therefore I am.
“Make yourselves sheep and the wolves will eat you.”
Benjamin Franklin
It’s been a year since “15 Days to Stop the Spread”.
I’m one of the lucky ones. Unlike many people who lost their homes and businesses my life hasn’t changed all that much. I still lounge around the place with the Man (who works from home), the only difference being my groceries are usually delivered. Oh, I’ve been to the store, which is packed by the way. Last week I noticed the ‘One Way’ strips are gone. They’re getting back to normal except for the ubiquitous masks. Too bad many other businesses aren’t as lucky.
Take, for instance, outpatient procedures. Not a hospital. They wouldn’t even allow me in the building, let alone in the room with Mike before and after he underwent a colonoscopy, which has been the norm in the past. Next month another procedure and another “wait in the car”.
Guess masks and distancing don’t work.
Continue reading “Year”I heard that somewhere, a long time ago. Don’t know that I believe it, though. Here’s my change: a plant I put in the ground at least five years ago decided to sprout and flower. One stalk, now two. Where the devil has it been?
No more unplanted gardens! In another bed more plants that I actually planted are coming up; it’s a bit unnerving.
Why now??
