As I was racing around this morning, I realized that one of the orchid plants had dropped two leaves while the second plant had dropped a leaf as well. New leaves grew on both so they still hang on but I suspect I’ve been too free with the watering pail.
As I gathered the leaves I could not help but notice the lovely colors and textures of their dying flesh.
And then I remembered that when their blossoms had fallen earlier in the summer, I’d collected them in a small dish to see what might happen to the petals over time. Out of sight, out of mind … but I found the dish and this is what the petals look like.
An imperfect image yet one I could not make myself delete. An older man was helping a very young child cross big stones at the ocean’s edge. She was having a grand time dancing above the waves and perceived no danger in the rising tide. The man was more wary, and getting quite wet, but given the smile on his face at the child’s unconstrained joy, a bit of wetness was all worth it.
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