Except for the hardy sedum and some of the Black-eyed Susans, most of the flowers in my gardens died in the three nights of frost.
But overnight I saw this orange nasturtium had popped up in my vegetable garden.
As Jon was putting on his shoes this morning he said to me, “Every time I think my life is beginning to end, I discover it is really just another beginning.”
We are surrounded by constant evidence of rebirth. All we have to do is be open and observant enough to see it.
Maria,
You and Jon were in my thoughts all day. I am sure everything has turned out all right. But I still look forward to hearing from you tomorrow.
Your Corona Kimono is stupendous!