Considering politics and race

And concerns of life and rights

It saddens me to see my place

Is mostly shades of red and whites

While my brethren of the African hue

Are mostly inclined toward black and blue.

Flash from the Past

Just thought you'd want to know that since light travels at 186,282 feet per second, if you stood 5 feet away from a mirror and looked at yourself, you would see something special. The image that bounces back to your eyes is what you looked like .0000536 seconds ago. A real flash from the past!

A Whisper in the Garden

In the past few weeks some packages arrived for me. They were lily bulbs I ordered last spring and totally forgot about. That's what I love about ordering plant materials. You give yourself a gift by doing it, then you tend to shove them to the back of your mind. When they arrive they are a surprise present all over again. I was glad that I saved a pile of compost from the summer activities, so that I could enrich the soil as I buried them for the winter. Come next spring, they will come up and I will be surprised again--another gift arriving.
I went in for lilies in a big way this year, and if I'm lucky and persistent, I may even get some photos from the garden catalog posted here... Three kinds of lilies, all different heights.
Planting bulbs is an act of hope. I am willing to wait until mid- to late-summer to receive my reward. I'll have some nurturing to do in the meantime, but I garden to grow in patience. I garden to be stunned by beauty. I garden to remind myself that there is something to hope for. The flowers are just a whisper of the promise.