I am grateful that I stepped outside when I did, and witnessed the sky’s beauty, its colors radiating before me.
Friday, is the beginning of the weekend. It is also the beginning of Shabbat, at sunset. These photo captures remind me to be thankful for that, and be mindful of the reason for Shabbat.
Thank you for visiting.
It has been a snowy, bitter cold few days the temperatures, today, ranged from seven degrees, earlier, to 13 degrees, right now, and dipping lower, again during the night.
Am I upset? No. i am grateful to be in the here and now, on this first day of 2022. The topside holds promise, for the future days to come. There is so much that I appreciate in life, and each minute, hour, day, brings comfort, joy, and satisfaction to me, in so many ways.
Those ways are difficult to articulate, but I am content, and feel loved, and cared for. I am validated by the very existence of those who surround my heart, my soul, with unconditional love. They have brought meaning to my hours.
My family, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, extensions of my genes, bring me joyous moments that are not definable through prose, but through emotions. The same is true of my handful of dear friends, who I have known for decades.
I am excited to see what the year will bring, what memories will be made, what photographs will be taken, to document treasured interactions.
I wish you all a wonderful 2022, and hope it exhibits joy, love, and comfort to you.
My canna lily plant is illuminating a bud for its last bloom of the year She has produced beautiful blossoms all summer, and part of the autumn season. This is her final curtain call.
Her leaves are turning yellow, as her time of vivid flowering comes to an end. Tears of farewell cling to the leaf. Goodbyes are difficult, parting is heartbreaking.
My outdoor plants mean so much to me, bringing joyous smiles to my face, each time I look at them. I nurture them daily, speak lovingly to them, gently pat them, trim their dead leaves and blossoms, and feed and water them.
They are not human, but they are living, vibrant beings, and I never forget that fact.
So long, my lovelies, until we reunite next spring.