|a cool flowering plant my mom gave me. not sure what it is?|
Our neighbor plays the bagpipes, and tonight while Robi was putting Flannery to bed, I walked around outside checking on our little plants here and there around the yard, taking some photos of them, and heard the neighbor practicing. It was such a quirky little calm moment, listening from my back deck to faint bagpipes as I tried to catch the fading light *just so* as it made a flowering plant my mom gave me glow like fire. Something about the light and the sound together made me really want to hold on to the moment for a bit, to just hold onto the little slice of beauty I'd been given--bits of color and music free for the taking; bits of sleepy laughter drifting from the window upstairs where Robi was reading to Flanna before her bedtime; bits of connection with my family - that a tiny shoot my mom gave me had turned into a plant strong enough to bloom; bits of gratefulness -- that this sweet little life is mine.
That is the power of experiencing nature--that even just a 5 minute stroll in the back yard can spark such gratitude. I guess it's true, what EBB says...
|a succulent my mom gave me from her yard in Florida|
|basil growing like a weed, yay!|
|pepper plant that reminds me of a praying mantis shape|
|a tree in the back yard, with berries that remind me of frog toes. :)|