Are You . . . Talkin' To Me?

I was going through some of my photos and found this picture of a flower that was growing in the yard of a woman who lives a few doors down from me. And, well, uh . . . is it just me or, does this flower seem to have an attitude or what?



I can’t decide if it’s trying to get in my face or if it’s just curious. Maybe it just wants to know whus up? But it does seem clear to me that the little uptight guy to the upper right is definitely angry about something, don’t you think?

Anyway. Enough anthropomorphisms. I’m glad I caught this. This flower has flaws, but it still has beauty. Character. That’s why you won’t see one like it on a print at the mall. But I like how the sun found part of it and left the rest in shadow.

So much of creation comes and goes. You wonder if God will have it all recorded when people get to heaven so we can rewind and see some of it again? I feel, sometimes, like I could stare at a single flower for about a hundred billion years and still not fully grasp the creativity and complexity and beauty of the thing.

I might just do that.



Peace to you.





© LW Publishing 2010

Daddy Daughter

01.15.2010

Hey!

I have a Daddy Daughter Dance tonight that my oldest daughter can’t go to because she’s too old, even though she’s only eleven. It’s a school thing. She’s not in elementary anymore. Of course, she’s not happy about it, but I tried to make up for it by taking her out last night. We had a great time. Went to see a movie at the dollar show. It’s a dollar fifty now, but we still call it the “dollar show.”

I remember the first of these dances we went to. It was just me and my little Kindergarten daughter who looked absolutely glamorous. She was very elegant. Classy. A kindergarten Audrey Hepburn.

Thing is, she’s more beautiful and elegant now than she’s ever been.


Peace to you.

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