Inside Plants

I could talk about the ache at the bottom of my stomach over the crude oil that is moving toward the world’s most beautiful beaches -- in Panama City, where I grew up.  But the whole mess in the Gulf is just too painful to talk about.

I could talk about my now monthly visit to see Bill the rolfer.

I could talk about tonight’s yoga class that focused on finding joy in our lives. 

But instead I’ll just show you two beautiful but very different plants that both make me happy when I look at them.

The (above) amaryllis that my friend Susanne gave me after I broke my hip has finally bloomed once again with more blooms on the way.  This plant is a study in patience putting a full 15 months between blossoms.  At least I know now when the blooms fall off not to even consider chucking it in the garbage can.  All its red loveliness is well worth the wait.



Today I bought a pot of cacti and succulents to sit on my computer table in what used to be “the pink room” and is now “the blue room.”  These plants simply blow my mind in their ability to survive with virtually no care.  I can’t wait to see them change over time as they exert their tenacity.