delicious C's

 Canna Lilies (a divine color; I've only known red before), cleome and a cosmos or two--

along with a bite of my Creme Brulee. If you want more C's to make you happy, check out ABC Wednesday.

me, standing on my head

In an effort to convince myself that spring will come, I pulled this out of the archives so I can remember what a blue sky looks like. . .even if it is turned upside down. Note the reflection in the lake made by the huge television tower, middle, look left.

Yes, I am indeed grasping for straws!

Visit Skywatch Friday to see more skies, probably right side up.

"In summer, the song sings itself."

August is sneaking away and it is another Monday already. For Today's Flowers I offer a slightly cut-off photo of a lily I took along my walk near Lake Owasso. These border the street for several feet and I always enjoy their unique color, but especially the way the sun streams through that cream colored center.

Bliss!

Visit Luiz and his new 'Today's Flowers' to enjoy the other photos and/or join in the fun.

[quote by William Carlos Williams]Happy Monday!

Oh, Aunty Em!

Factoid: The earth is, in fact, flat. I know because what seems like an eternity ago, I walked to edge, looked over and fell off. It has taken nigh on to three weeks to leave the alien regions and return to home, sweet, home.

O.K., so I got sick, again. . .stomach flu and the real flu (get a flu shot, for cryin' out loud!), sinus infection, ear infection, broken front tooth, and spectacular fall on black ice. I couldn't knit or read: too much 'movement'--or drive as that resembled an out of body experience: too risky--too much soup, daytime television, and the four walls.

For me in particular being sick always starts the wolves of depression circling, licking their chops, howling and swiping at my fragile grasp of reality. In other words, I was feeling f#)+!@g hopeless. I promised myself if I ever recovered, the first place I would go is the botanical garden at Como Park which I was meaning to visit all the livelong winter. I went yesterday in the bright sunshine and I chronicled my time there so that I have proof that after some dark nights of the soul, there really is a 'new day' and that spring will surely come again. The Marjory McNeely Conservatory. . .started in 1892. I found out that it is one of the last remaining historic 'glasshouses' in the United States. Full of many gardens it has a fern room, sunken garden, bonsai gallery, orchid room and there's a wonderful tropical rainforest exhibit. Besides the lush, colorful, aromatic b.e.a.u.t.y, tucked in at every turn was a bench to sit and take in all the sensory delights.
So, I think I visited heaven yesterday.

On one of the benches, this is what I read:

Never lose a holy curiosity.
Albert Einstein

From the sublime to the ridiculous, since all I did for three weeks was sit vedy, vedy quietly, and watched television, here's my favorite commercial. Just thought you'd want to know that. . .