My last green tomatoes are slowly turning red. They don’t have that fresh, juicy garden-tomato taste, but they do taste like tomatoes, even though they look wrinkly-old. Sort of like me. I still have flavor even though my outer appearance isn’t as fresh and juicy as it used to be.
Was it just yesterday that the magnolias had green leaves? Today they are warm yellow. Was it just last week that Howard was alive? Today he is gone. Change. Big changes. Here today; gone tomorrow. Sit. Take it in. Really take those warm yellow leaves into your heart.
Weed Or Flower By Helen Leah Reed “‘Tis but a common thing,” one coldly said, “Nay, call it not a flower – this little weed, If plucking it, I kill it, root and seed – Better the world were if it lay there dead.” “Ah – rather letRead more about Weed or Flower[…]
At our Airbnb condo in Puerto Rico, the neighbor’s shrubbery hangs over our backyard fence. The neighbor, Pepe, is a landscape architect, and his tiny backyard is stuffed with beautiful plants. I particularly enjoy the Allamanda waving in the ocean breeze–perhaps bidding us farewell. One of the beauties of this gated community is the greenRead more about Borrowed Beauty[…]
I don’t know what to do with my rose bush. It’s four feet tall and drooping. Most of the leaves and branches are still green, so it’s not obvious to me where to prune. One website says prune in the spring. Oh, the rose bush was easy when it was little. I put a bigRead more about Winter Rose[…]
Finally, here at the end of the month, April showers are raining down. We are in a 2-year drought here in New England, so it’s wonderful to watch the grass grow greener by the hour. All the flowers are taking showers. Leaves on trees unfurl. The water element prevails today–a welcome respite after weeks ofRead more about April Showers[…]