Fuchsia Plant
In my last post, I shared with you, some of my favorite flowers.  I knew from the git go that I would leave out many equally deserving flowers. This is one of them. I discovered this plant a few years ago while returning from a doctor’s appointment. It was fortuitous really, but as I stopped at a red light, I glanced in the direction of one of my favorite flower marts.  They’d hung these plants outdoors, I am sure to tempt people like me. Well it worked, because I quickly pulled into the parking area and was immediately entranced by the beauty of these blooms. I knew without a doubt that I would leave the store with one or more of those beauties. And so it goes, each Spring/early Summer, finds me anxiously awaiting the arrival of these beautiful gifts of nature. This year, the blooms are more prolific than ever, so I bought two, one to frame either side of my front doorway.  

As Henry Ward Beecher remarked “flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.” If that be true, the fuchsia plant is neither sad nor an introvert. No indeed, she is showy, quick to laughter and the center of attention wherever she goes. She is the belle of the ball. Her “countenance” leaves those in her presence happy for no apparent reason, for she exudes happiness and positive energy. She shouts, “look at me,” and you do, then you are hooked. One look, will leave you wanting more.

Blessings, lydia

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My Five Favorite Flowers

Some time ago, I mentioned that I intended to stop talking and begin living those items on  long to-do list. One of them was to learn the art of photography. Make no mistake, I am two steps below a novice, but still I am learning bit by bit and having loads of fun doing it. As I looked at some of the photos that I’ve taken, I realized that 90% of my photographs contain flowers of one type or another. It’s no surprise really, because I adore flowers.  

Blooming outside Conservatory of FlowersImage via Wikipedia

My great-grandmother grew the most beautiful roses. When I was growing up, we lived with her. Even though she passed away some time ago, I can still see her fertilizing her many rose bushes with egg shells and spent coffee grounds. She never used store bought fertilizer but her roses flourished. I’d give anything to have inherited her green thumb, but aside from lavender, herbs and some jasmine, that thrived despite me, a cutting garden is not in my future.  Just ask the rose bush that I bought about a month ago; because of me, it is now in flower heaven. 


Since I faced the truth that I cannot and will never have a garden like Martha Stewart, a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  Yet, I have to satisfy my flower obsession some how, and I  am not the type to wait for my dear husband to buy them for me. (I’d be long dead, bless his heart. 🙂  But really, it’s not his fault because I don’t give him a chance.) So, the local florists and grocery store floral departments (of course, I am not speaking of a run-of-the-mill grocery store.) are my suppliers. They satisfy my needs. I thought that I’d share my some of favorite flowers with you. In thinking about it, it is an impossible task because I love them all.  Here are my top 5 in no particular order:
  1. Lavender
  2. Ranunculus
  3. Tuberose
  4. Hyacinth
  5. Lotus
  6. Gerber Daisy

Okay, yes, I can count but number 6 was mandatory since one of my precious g’daughters is named Daisy. Now your turn, tell me, what are some of your favorite flowers?


Blessings, lydia

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Quote Tuesday

The CandleImage by Rickydavid via Flickr
There is a candle in your heart,
Ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?
~Rumi
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The Journey

My reason for creating this blog was as another means to express my thoughts and feelings as I travel along my journey of self-discovery and awareness. Since my health forced me to stop working some years ago, I have been battling to find a new path–one to replace the old. Each time that I think that I’ve made some progress, I find myself right back where I started. At times it feels that I will never find my way. This poem by Mary Oliver resonates with me and offers me hope.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life.”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations–
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

by Mary Oliver



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