The summit of my my amaryllis...there are now six blooms on the crazy amaryllis! I finally added a stick to help hold them all up!
My one surviving orchid from years past has a small stalk reaching for the light. Mmm, I need to get some food for this little one.
This year's orchid is beautiful and already had lots of blooms open. I'm glad because sometimes buds drop off from the shock of moving through nursery, shipping container, store, and then my home.
A wet day in Black Mountain and I went shopping, without having a damp sit-down under the bare cherry tree. I'll be back in 3 months or so to see some blooms I hope.
And by the time you're reading this, many of my blooms have faded. I'll post a pic of the remains another time.
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And back to discussion from turning point. About choices made. I give you this poem.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Today's art (reminding me of gratitude for living where snow isn't quite so abundant.)
February lace by Vasily Khudyakov
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