Some days, it’s particularly important to find beauty in the world.
Fortunately, God invented irises some time ago, and this helps.
Even when they’re fraying at the edges, they’re gorgeous.
I hauled myself out the door this afternoon in serious need of such beauty.
Some kind of sedge.
And a baby fern, so tender and optimistic!
They say that a door doesn’t close in your life without a window somewhere opening up for you to jump out of. No wait, that’s not it. One door closes, and another door opens – that’s what they say.
Here are those anemone leaves I said I’d show you.
This week has been about a door closing. Prior experience indicates that a whole bunch of new doors will be opening very soon. But until they do, there is sadness and anxiety to contend with. Close attention to Real Life – that is to say, the stuff that comes out of the earth as though by magic – demonstrates that all is flux, all changes, constantly, ceaselessly. Life renews itself endlessly, given half a chance. Hang in there, little one.
Just a couple of days ago, these were tiny elegant flowers. And now, poof, baby berries! Not all the False Solomon’s Seal flowers have gotten to this stage – there’s still plenty of time to look for all the discrete stages by which life unfolds.
Yesterday we had a tornado warning – yes, a tornado warning – and while we were spared that particular fate, we did experience quite a Pink Floyd on Acid Laser Show of thunder, lightning, and hail. Was it that which caused the sudden and premature demise of most of the local jack-in-the-pulpits? Dunno. That’s what that wilty bit above is – the flower of a jack.
Only this one remains. Gulp!
Around and around and around we go…
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