I have no idea exactly where I was or what I was doing but a fellow that looked very similar to the one pictured above was running ahead of me through the timber. Opening my eyes I thought….well, I wonder what kind of day I should anticipate!
I am holding on tightly to a sentence in Rev Erin’s talk this morning. “Most often the world around me is a projection of the world within me”.
and a line in the anti-apartheid protest song by Peter Gabriel – Biko
“You can blow out a candle, But you can’t blow out a fire, Once the flame begins to catch, The wind will blow it higher”.
Apparently running through the timber following an orangutan was indication that my options were completely open depending where my monkey brain would take me!
Snowing again…below 0 temps again tonight…I was a non believer when I heard a polar vortex was going to include us here in Missouri….looks like we should be climbing out of it this week…I try to see it as nature, as beauty but it is hard for me …. the frigid temps especially. We had been having such a mild winter. The geese had stayed and the pond had not frozen…. but…..
The Easter cactus has its first blooms on.
….and I have His latest creation to remind me to be patient….the sun will come out! (And I’ll be bitching about the heat)
Last night I read one of those Facebook posts that pops up on my feed that I cannot seem to avoid clicking on. This one was about hygiene during the medieval period that our ancestors lived through I had heard/read about most of the inconveniences like no bathrooms, no indoor plumbing and no laundry detergent as well as throwing potty pot contents out the window. ….and then I got to the part about carrying poseys in your pocket ala ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies and wearing a nosegay because of the stench of live unwashed bodies as well as those deceased. The nosegay on your wrist so you could have a whiff of something that smells good.
…and then my mind fast forwarded to modern day weddings and proms. While I understand traditions have changed and the reasons for prom dates and brides and grooms to carry/wear flowers for accessories now, I wonder how many know that the original reason for these traditions originated out of necessity for stench….
What’s more…..apparently tradition is changing as we speak. The groom and groomsmen wearing a boutonnière of a flower to match the bride’s bouquet as a connection between the two is now making way for the men to wear things like hearts on their lapel and feathers in their pocked to match the “theme” of the wedding. I’m getting old but it just seems so complicated….yet this new protocol which is flourishing on Pinterest seems like a positive way to go considering history and all.
All of the years I lived in Iowa, Mothers Day in May was the beginning of spring for flower planting. 4 hours south in Missouri, I begin mid April. With my first flower purchase of the year, I feel love and contentment. It’s a renewal! I find great pleasure dragging pots out of the garage, packing potting soil under my fingernails and spreading out the beauty on every flat surface I can find. I’m never disappointed with the amazing color display that surrounds me on the deck early summer. Then the hot summer starts frying the beauties even though they are protected much of the day under the leaf canopy…..and I have to start hauling water out of the house in a watering can and old ice tea plastic containers…refill after refill after refill….because the damn hose won’t reach from the side of the house to the deck. This irritates me. Then I found this cloth expandable hose on Amazon. It is a very small hose ….. until I hook it to the regular hose and WOW it expands to 25 feet so I can reach every flower from one end of the deck to the other. RECOMMEND!
I’ve always been partial to petunias…as long as they are dead headed, the color display is amazing…until you miss a few days of care
I’ve never been partial to germanium…but they are hearty and don’t disappoint.
For the last two years, I’ve been sheltering pots of these in the basement during winter.
This year I planted 3 of them in this old wash tub and they look amazingly lush. For some reason these volunteer, obviously hardy petunias lasted?
And then my pride and joy….the potted plant the Baxter Fire and EMS sent me when I retired in 2014. I stress out every winter when it starts dropping leaves but as soon as I get it outside it rejuvenates and is more beautiful than ever!
And now we move on…I’m starting the anticipation for Christmas lights.