“Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.” ~ Mother Theresa
One of you smart people out there tell us what this beautiful little flower is. The rolling hills of the Bluegrass look like they belong in a Prince Purple Rain video. You see it where crops are grown but also along the roadside where little more than weeds grow. What is it?
“Never stop doing your best just because someone doesn’t give you credit.” ~ Unknown
If anyone knows what this delicate flower is called, tell me. After Edgar arrived last week, I didn’t want to mow for fear of hurting or scaring him. So, the grass got much longer than usual, but something truly beautiful happened in the meantime. The yard filled with these flowers. They close at night, and stay open all day. Other flowers, too, arrived where there had been none. The flower below I’ve known since I was a child, though I really don’t know what it’s called. They grow out of weeds. But as I always say, one woman’s weed is another woman’s flower. It’s a flower to me for sure. I finally mowed tonight, and could have probably baled hay out of the super-long blades, but it was worth every wet, sticky clump to see a yard of flowers for a week.
“What is important is not so much how long you live as whether you live a meaningful life. This doesn’t mean accumulating money and fame, but being of service to your fellow human beings. It means helping others if you can, but even if you can’t do that, at least not harming them.” ~ Dalai Lama
I have a flower pot by the backdoor. In early spring a weed began to grow in it. I thought it unusual for a weed, so I let it grow. And grow it did. It stands about three-feet tall all these months later. When I let Wally out Sunday morning I saw that the weed had bloomed. If anyone knows exactly the name of this flower I’d be grateful to know it. I’m thrilled I didn’t pluck that little weed. In fact I’ve grown quite fond of weeds. You know what they say: One (wo)man’s weed is another (wo)man’s flower.
“Accept…then act. Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. Always work with it, not against it….This will miraculously transform your whole life.”
~ Eckhart Tolle
One of the first things I noticed in California was the prodigious Birds of Paradise. They’re gorgeous, clearly, and they certainly stand out among foliage of all sorts. I’ve learned that it’s indigenous to South Africa. So, of course they’re all over California (that’s sarcasm). That’s what we do here in America (and other countries maybe): we import non-native species of everything. Pythons (Burma) in Floridia, Kudzu (Japan) in Kentucky, that weird Asian carp that flies up and knocks your brains out as your boat speeds down a number of midwest rivers, the list goes on. Still, Birds of Paradise are gorgeous, and as far as I know, they’re not killing native species. For that I am truly grateful, and guilt-free as I enjoy its beauty.
“Don’t be impressed by money, followers, degrees or titles.
Be impressed by kindness, integrity, humility and generosity.”
Because I haven’t mowed the yard this season, a few old friends from my childhood were able to show themselves. I have no idea what this delicate beauty is called. I’m hoping one of my more learned friends can tell me, though I dare say most people consider it a weed. I remember fields of it when I was growing up in Malone, Kentucky. They’re soft to the touch with just a hint of pink. I’d forgotten how much I love these little things. I believe I’ll delay mowing again next year.
“Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path
to the best things that will ever happen to us.” ~ Unknown
I discovered this lone little flower growing out of a crack by the library. I marvel at the tenacity of nature. Every year there’s a stray blossom that pops up here and there. Against all odds there’s a flower. It just warms my heart.
“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” ~ William Shakespeare
I’ve spent years looking for garden delights. I don’t like much of what I find, but this year at the Berea Craft Festival that finally changed. A young couple from Indiana made the coolest metal flowers and hummingbirds that I had to bring a set home. In spring, I’ll plant delightful things around them.
“If you have good thoughts they will shine out your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.” ~ Roald Dahl
There’s something about a crisp fall day that makes the sky extra blue. I spent several hours working in the yard, and at one point I stopped and said, “Thank you God for this divine day.” It was an absolutely stunning day. Afterward, I turned my attention to my photos from DC. You might remember Tuesday’s post where I mentioned a homeless man sleeping in the middle of rush hour. My prayer is for him tonight, that he may take some comfort in this cooler weather, and soon have shelter and a soft bed for sleep.
“It’s a new week, kids. Time to do positive things and make this world a better place.”
~ Scott McClatchy
Rental sister Pam Bick gave me a starter bunch of Buttercups two or three years ago. It has had real trouble taking off, but the weather has conspired this spring to make them utterly delicious. So what do I do? I strip out most of the color. In my defense, the beauty for me is not so much their color, as in their delicate, intricate, design. They mesmerize me.