January Perspectives

January 11, 2017.  I can’t recall a more turbulent November/December than what 2016 dished up.  And 2017 promptly slapped down a hard freeze.  No more meditative consolation from my landscape!   Or so I thought – but observing Buddha and St. Francis staying  put in spite of the devastation captured my imagination, and a poem crept in as solace.

And listening to our President’s farewell speech last night gives me resolve to stay put in my stance that we are all in this together, more alike than not, and together we will grow from whatever follows.

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Hope

October 22, 2016.  We have an explosion of morning glory vines alongside the house, so thick they reach over the walkway, tangling in hair and hats of those passing.  Some so low the dog pushes them aside with her long nose. It’s a treat to move gently through the profusion.   A broken stalks are bound to happen.  One came indoors yesterday bearing two full blooms and multiple buds, plopped into a makeshift vase.  The largest bud shows promise 24 hours later.   (Image taken after mature blooms folded.)

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At The Gate

September 22, 2016.  This is prime blooming time for Queen’s Wreath aka Coral Vine – affectionately and simply pink vine in my family.  I’ve spent many minutes stopped in my tracks admiring and photographing the pink vine these past few weeks.  They are a great catalyst to my intentional tendency to slow down and notice what Nature has on display.  Our cat Ziggy got into one photo – made me laugh – his intentions at odds with mine. PostSignature

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Scorned

May 28, 2016.  Small drama in the front yard has given me pause.  We talked last year of building a trellis for the passiflora (passion flower vine) that hogs the sidewalk leading to our front door.  Given a few days it can literally reach across the walk and latch onto the coneflowers.   After today’s encounter, that trellis rises considerably on the to-do list!

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Rose-Minded

February 10, 2016.  My dad would be 112 today.  He loved roses, so I’m smiling at the synchronicity of posting a rose poem today.  Perhaps a birthday gift for Daddy; perhaps a Valentine for all.  With gratitude to Mom Kendrick, for the rose bushes.

The poem stems from trimming overgrown rose bushes in New Braunfels, and bringing cuttings back for rooting and eventual planting in our Austin yard.  These were planted by Gary’s mom when she moved into that house years back.  It’s been about that many years since I had rose bushes, and I’m quite eager to see these flourish.  Crossing my fingers!  I put nine cuttings into pots with rooting hormone.  Surely a few will take root and bloom into future poems.

The collage mixes blooms from November with the February bagged cuttings and potted cuttings.  If you look close at the center spray of cuttings, red-orange rose hips will beam back at you.

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Purple Glimpses

December 25, 2015.  Today has been overcast and grey, mimicking traditional Christmas weather.  No coats needed, though.  The Ruellia appears to be celebrating this longer-than-typical growth season with an abundance of blooms – significant enough to send me back inside for the camera.  It is Christmas – I’ll count this as Mother Nature’s gift.

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