flowers

I am back home after an unexpected (but productive for healing) overnight stay at UMC. I will be writing several entries about that experience but not today. Today I am trying to balance my post surgery discomfort with vicodine, the need to be able to be mobile (and avoid blood clots) and cogent.

But today, the short subject is flowers. Flowers in my front yard (roses, mums, verbana, chili peppers, sweet alyssum), in my back yard (daisies, mums, orange blossoms) and as thoughtful gifts from family (my sister's family) and colleagues (Grant Road Improvement Team).

Flowers bring color, scents and the beauty of impermanence as they change from morning to night. They capture the light of day and the movement of the wind. They bloom, grow and die. They tremble with delight when they are cared for and wither when neglected. They provide a source of sweetness to hummingbirds and bees, a home for worms and mites.

Flowers matter in my life. They balance out pain with glory.