Sunday, February 26, 2012

one year ago today

This day in February will always paint a picture for me. My Father died last year on this date. It was Saturday evening, just before midnight. I was there with him and heard his last breath.


When memory paints in colors true,
The happy hours that belonged to you.
~Helen Steiner Rice~


In a corner in my house, an especially bright patch of pink

Cyclamens speak winter to me. But last year I could not find a cyclamen anywhere to be purchased even though I searched high and low. So I bought an orchid instead, a Sarcochilus hybrid. I successfully kept it alive and well all winter in the same corner where the cyclamen now blooms.

november as it looks now

"After the leaves come down, the countryside has an open look. New vistas appear, hills unseen when summer's wealth of green is spr...