Here are some survivors!

 Remember when I worried the monsoons may have drowned the geraniums that stayed alive in our garage over the winter? 


Hope I can keep them alive . . .

They are blooming  — a modest reminder of a promise Isaiah declared to Israel. 

“When you pass through the waters, they will not overcome you, when you walk through the fire, it will not destroy you.“ My paraphrase of  Isaiah 43:2

Some days the water seems to keep rising and the flames creeping closer—in an autumns-garden . . .

“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

How about you?

It’s restorative, then, to see the lovely spring signs — even bird’s nest perched precariously on the wreath by the door! 

I had been told, placing tin foil behind the wreath would dissuade avian  builders.


Good Advice Didn’t Work

Foiled again!, on might say; or not.

Scholastic Survivors Move On

More reliable evidences of spring are the graduations . . . 

Your life, it lies before you
Like a path of driven snow.
Be careful how you tread it
For every step will show.
~Author unknown, c. 1940s

Especially in the times that are today —where every misstep, lapse, faux-pas, cringe-worthy moment can be public record.

 One thing social networking has made possible is the application of mob psychology without having to assemble a mob. ~ Robert Brault

The one good thing about being old in these times of “gotcha” photos on social is most of my friends  who knew me when —have downsized and hopefully gotten rid of most of any incriminating photos — except for the one a friend sent of us at choir practice. 


My friend and I are survivors. . .

 Hoping and praying today is a bright wonderful day for you and God willing for me too, dear friend. 



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