I have one blossom on a camellia bush given to me by a friend. I’m very proud since for ages the small slip seemed barely to live, much less grow and flourish. Any plant given by a friend has a special value, because it means part of that person is now alive in my care, as if I were able to graft the friend into my garden. I worried about this camellia, not wanting to abandon it, but seeing no signs of growth. Then suddenly this year it took hold and began to establish itself. I wonder about the living gifts I give others; are they healthy acts of love and sharing, or do I give dying stalks of judgment and disappointment? Help me, please Lord, to live my life so that the acts of kindness I perform may take root and flourish in other gardens. Amen.
Friends came for dinner last night and bought me a piece of handmade jewelry. The pin is formed of overlapping pieces of shell glued to create a design as rhythmical
Tomorrow is a “big town” shopping day. We will make the nearly 200 mile round trip foray into the city to stock up on groceries and supplies that are difficult
I was once with a friend who had never seen the ocean before. Excited by the prospect of leading her to the beach and sharing the moment of discover with