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.
A very quick Year of Creative Reading post. As it turns out, even though I’m taking an online class with the Loft Literary Center, I have managed to read two books since the class started at the beginning of July. Admittedly, both were easy reads, which is why I could fit them in with the reading I’m doing for class. One book doesn’t really match the theme of creative reading. It is “Jon Acuff’s “Do…