And it was worth it.
This is the only orchid I own. I bought it at Home Depot about a year ago for $9. Mostly because of its miniature size and striking magenta color.
One by one, the petals fell until there was nothing but tentacles and waxy leaves. I didn’t know what to do. I kept it moist, left it on my windowsill, and waited.
And then a crazy thing happened. Tiny green buds began to appear. Now, almost a year later it’s almost ready to burst.
So is my heart.
Never in a million years would I have thought that I could fall for a rat.
Meet Charlie. Rat extraordinaire, Lover of Fruit Loops.
It fell off the top of my lockers. I am not optimistic about its recovery, but one must never give up on hope. Without it, we have no chance.
A clean break.
Calls for silver glitter glue.
Glitter captures light and shares it with the world.
The crack stays.
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
Nature is always an inspiration for color, but I didn’t know the baby pine cones had some pastel pinks bursting through their tips.
It never gets old.
It’s 18 degrees outside, but nothing is stopping me from breaking down the lights and calling the holiday season. There is a point at which a mere glance at ANY decoration still standing makes me itchy. Metaphorically speaking.
I love Christmas and all the beauty it brings, but seriously. Suddenly, those piles of extra things, half opened boxes, books, shoes lying around the house are my worst enemy.
And I just want my mantle back. Clean, almost bare. It’s the whole New Year thing. A fresh start. Nothing excluded.
I’m like a maniac, leaving no stone unturned. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Yes, yes and yes!
It’s going to be bone-chilling cold for the next 7 days in North Carolina. That means we will not see 40 degrees AT ALL. That’s what those newscasters are telling us. MIGHT get snow, so our lovelies are being released early from school today. They’ll be here in less than two hours. Can’t waste it. I’m heading to the living room, wiping down my mantle, pouring myself a cup of tea and sitting my tush on the couch with a book for the next hour. And maybe I’ll grab a 20 minute nap before the first one says “I’m hungry.”