Petunia Persistence (FOTD)
Last of its breed, this pretty purple persists. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
Last of its breed, this pretty purple persists. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreYou can’t push the river, a teacher once told me. So true. I’ve had a lifetime of trying to outrun the river, and consequently, the shattered pieces of my efforts litter life’s banks. With illness, I have come to appreciate that it is not about flowing with the river, or keeping up, but being open. The […]
Read MoreBrown-eyed Susans wild with yellow pizzazz – brighten Autumn’s chilly days. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreI once married a man, whose obsession with cars was equal to worship. I think of our relationship – and all that was missing – when I see vehicles, who clearly take time and attention to keep on the road. That’s not to say I can’t appreciate a finely tuned antique vehicle, nor does it […]
Read MoreFlames of autumn roar in contrast to summer’s blue – seasonal parlance. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.)
Read MoreHow does nature choose her hues – the subtlety of pink with blushing cores – sweetness conveyed with such simplicity? (Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreBeautiful are the large rock sculptures of Joshua Tree National Park. The large canyons in Arizona are also beautiful, although I’m too afraid of heights to get any closer than this. This snake bird, or anhinga is quite a remarkable, big bird. My granddaughter and I think big is best when it comes to bubbles. […]
Read MoreInstinct pushes on despite inclement weather – a little less buzz. (This pot of mums sits outside the community centre, where I was surprised to find this little fellow hanging on despite the cold. That is tenacity! Image submitted for Cee’s Flower of the day.)
Read MoreEveryday, in the aftershock of losing a seventeen year marriage, I sought out the river. I would say a prayer, then walk off the grief and strife, until I came to a bench, where I’d sit and contemplate the message of the flowing water. “Finding my inner peace”, is what my son called it. A […]
Read MoreThe distance between one Sunday and the next is always the same, time wise, and yet this week felt so much longer than most. Wednesday brought emotional upheaval, and subsequent exhaustion, and then Friday morning my 91-year-old mother was admitted to hospital, while Ric and I attended a funeral for an extended family member. Life […]
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