The tulips on my kitchen table are starting to droop in the lazy way they are prone to. I’d like to pull out my camera and capture some images, but the light is terrible. I go for a pedicure instead. Now it’s morning, and dark, and I feel human again after a good night’s rest.
There’s just something about tulip stems. Graceful, subtle, and smooth: they have no thorns. They stand stall, quietly doing the job of supporting the more visible thing: the tulip flower itself. When cut, and separated from the energy in the bulb, they soon grow weary and bend. They stoop low, even before the flowers begin to
It starts to feel like it has always been winter. Cabin fever sets in. I bring some tulips home and arrange them in a vase. A bit of spring on my table. In silent solitude I sit with my camera and find peace among the waxy petals. Later, when I take the Yorkie outside I
February, the shortest of all the months, seems long again. It’s dragging. I looked forward to a bit of hibernation when we returned from Mexico at the start of it, and winter finally decided to show up. I’m done with it now. I see images on social media from the Northwest Flower and Garden show
But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet We decide to take advantage of another warm and sunny afternoon to clean out the front flowerbed. I take
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables It’s been a busy week, and Friday arrives gently, like a comfortable old friend. Gerry is going fishing this morning, and I’m going to pull out my camera. My kitchen windowsill is adorned with vases of
. . . for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. Philippians 4:11 ESV After lunch, we three take our cameras and head to a favourite park. First stop is the butterfly garden. It is awash with colourful blossoms—the tall, old-fashioned, hollyhocks the most prominent among them. Gerry and I wander