I don’t think I’ve ever had a Christmas Cactus that bloomed at Christmas. The flowers on this one are already beginning to die – the first of November. I put one (I have 2) outside under a tree this summer and it bloomed in summer! Not many flowers, just a couple.
I am helping my neighbor’s daughter learn to knit, and she was amazed at the pretty flowers and asked if I had taken a picture of it. So I did.
I was cleaning up my Picasa photo section and came across this photo I took during the summer months.
This pretty little pansy grew between the cement blocks all summer. It just happened to take root in a spot where we seldom set foot. So always being “stepped over” it continued to grow.
I call it a Pansy, but I think it might be a Violet.
I have so many photos that I mean to use either for work, or blogging, but they get lost in the mass of saved pictures, but I thought this little guy deserved to be shown.
I’ll be looking for “him” next Spring.
The leaves have all turned to gold and brown now in southern New Hampshire. I had been wanting to hike out on the Girl Scout Camp property and get a shot of this dried up lake view.
This is one of the cabins where the girls hang out. I don’t know if they actually sleep out in this part of the camp – it is way out in the middle of nowhere – and I would think it would be a bit creepy at night, but there are signs of a campfire and someone carved a chair into the remaining trunk of a fallen tree.
The carved “log chair” faces this view.
I was reminded today, while reading a blog I visit often, of my visit to the lake one day last month. I often take walks to renew my spirit and that day I was feeling really low. I stood watching the geese feed in the shallow water in small groups. And I was thinking that even they have family and are not alone. Then I pictured them all gone – except for one – what if a goose was by itself? Well, I suppose it would keep doing just what it was doing. Eating and swimming. It would have to live – so it would have no choice. Would it be afraid? Hopeful that his companions would return? I don’t know. But I took comfort in the fact that the goose would keep living – because it is what we do. We might not be feeling very fortunate
, but each day we are given is a day we were meant to have.
I read at Flandrum Hill’s blog, a wonderful post about the geese. They don’t leave each other behind, in fact they make sure that all geese get to their destination. How awesome is that? People are not that kind. I have not been surrounded by the kind of care the geese give each other, but I am hopeful. This day I am still here. So I look for the blessings, and there are always many, no matter how bad things seem or how alone I feel.
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