It has been a dark day. Jean May seems to sense the turmoil.
I will find a way to be the change. I must not let this poison my soul.
FLOWER
Falling Apart
Author: Flower Roberts
Stunned
I am in my garden this morning. Watching my little friends Stubby the chipmunk and Pip the squirrel storing food for the winter.
A Cardinal sits above me chirping and swaying in the crepe myrtle.
The animals are unaware of what the humans have done.
I hope my garden can save me again.
Becca
Needing Some Purple
I needed some purple today. Whether you are in the U.S. or not, I am sure you are aware that it is election day here. All American women should feel threatened.
Those of us who have been pregnant, given birth or had miscarriages know that it is risky business. It seems one party values the sperm more than the egg, its maker and hostess. Our survival is being threatened. I have a daughter, a son, and two nieces. I am in this battle for them and all my former students, male and female.
I have been losing sleep and my hair is falling out. My gut screams around despicable men. I am having trouble understanding how folks do not see what is so obvious to me. I will stop there.
I have been keeping busy doing manual labor as a distraction until results are in. One of my tasks for today was watering all of my plants. Watering over the winter must be limited but consistent. Maintenance is required on most tropical plants year round.
Imagine my joy when I opened the shop door and discovered my purple ginger in full bloom again. This has lifted my spirits so much.
Two elections ago I posted a blog “My Hope is Green.” I am reminded of that again today.
I am much more intune with nature than humans. When this is over, I will go back to being a plant geek until duty calls again.
A woman’s work is never done!
FLOW
Jean May in November
This is the most gorgeous shrub.
I put my head inside its branches to be surrounded by those pink blooms.
Daddy’s Ladder
I have a shabby treasure that I value more than most of the things I own. It is this homemade little green stepladder made by my daddy out of an old screen door.
I keep it in my carport and use it for everything. It holds my coffee in the morning. I sit on it sideways to cut weeds. I stand on it to guide vines on trellises or fix lights.
It is like my daddy; strong, sturdy and very useful. Dependable in any situation. Something that can be counted on over and over again.
Notice the hefty support system underneath.
I need my daddy right now. I am wearing his flannel shirt with some pins on the collar that I tease my sister with. I pretend they are valuable and I stole them from daddy’s dresser. We play games like that. We always have.
I need strong, sturdy and dependable right now. I need more than this old ladder, a flannel shirt and some fake pins.
I also know I have all that all ready…when I really think about it.
I am all those things. This is another gift from my daddy and mom.
I just keep this ladder around to remind me.
FLOWER/ Daddy’s Little Badass
Sanseveria Surprise
The reason I am surprised by this Sanseveria is because I have never studied them because I never wanted one.
Now I have about a dozen of three different kinds. They came in a gorgeous gift basket sent after a death in the family two years ago.
I have many succulents that bloom. I did not expect anything from this plant. Maybe my prejudice came from the nickname, Mother-in-laws tongue.
All sanseverias seemed inert and boring. I was wrong.
These plants thrive no matter how much I ignore them. I just repotted one that looked fine above the soil but was totally desiccated below.
So I guess I should apologize to all Sanseverias and mother-in-laws.
My bad.
FLOW
P.S. Still no internet. Pics from phone. Process slow and irritating.
Wild Fairies Rerun
Since I have no internet due to Helene and AT&T, I will be sharing a formerly posted Halloween blog involving the fairies, a pumpkin and some bad behavior.
I love being silly. Creating a fairy world is my escape from reality.
ENJOY AGAIN FOLLOWERS.
FLOW
Sitting on the Front Porch
I am at one of my favorite places. The Moses Cone Estate. The house is not open but the grounds are. I am sitting on the front porch while my sis and friend go for a walk on the horse trail/ carriage road.
This place makes me think of my daddy. To see more about the estate. Type its name in my search box.
FLOW
Fall in the North Carolina Mountains
We always make a trip to the mountains in October. This trip is a bit different. There is evidence of Hurricane Helene scattered about. Some sites and trails we usually visit are closed.
The weather could not be more perfect. These lively warm days must be a balm for the many who were terrorized by water and wind.
I will enjoy this time here being thankful that some of the places I love are undamaged and others will be restored by these resilient mountain residents in these precious little towns and the National Park Service.
FLOW
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