My husband Erik and I have been living a life of barely managed chaos since his dad, Art, died on August 16. We’re not alone in this roller coaster, whirlwind day-to-day. Erik’s mom, Jan, is there too, as is my co-worker, who lost her mom two weeks after we lost Art. As if massive grief from the loss of a loved-one isn’t enough, two close family members are in the process of moving (we’re helping…
I’ve had the opportunity over the past week to watch several bouquets of white flowers wilt. In case you haven’t noticed from my blog, I have a thing for taking close-ups of flowers and plants. Naturally, I couldn’t pass up taking pics of the flowers as they decayed in the vase. While most might find wilted flowers sad or disappointing, I think they are beautiful and enjoy watching the transition. Roses, especially, take on this…
Back in June, I posted about a plant I found in our rain garden that I was unfamiliar with. It had these beautiful, tiny purple flowers along the stem. Readers of my blog helped me identify it as motherwort. Wanna know what happened to those tiny flowers? They turned into spiky, spiny, poker-thingys. Youch! Now I’m afraid to touch the plant. I did not see that transformation coming.