Below is the original photo that I edited with Snapseed to produce the above.
At first, I thought this was the whole flower. Then I realized it’s the sepals and developing seed pod remaining after the parts we THINK of as the flower had done their job and fallen off.
Burs are really amazing. Look at all those sharp little hooks!
I asked friends to give me the caption or story behind this stone finger that I found long ago. Joshua helped me by snapping the photo.
I started with a relatively silly presentation: Fifty-three feet now I’ve grown, reaching straight across the lawn. A few more years, five feet or so, and then I’ll reach my goal: to poke the people passing by. Believe me, I can hardly wait! Haughty men will shriek, teenage punks will yell, and snotty brats will cry. Oh brothers, that will be so great!
Half-way through the same night, after reading a troublesome Facebook thread (rude remarks from John MacArthur and others, concerning Beth Moore), a more serious presentation:
*When I first noticed this giant, with its long-reaching branch, I thought, “What an admirable tree, in a row of admirable trees! Brothers, as it were.” But then, one stormy night, one of his brothers was felled by a mighty wind. What once stood proud, and seemingly sound, was broken off three feet above the ground. Walking there soon after, I stopped to puzzle how this had come to be. Standing next to the fallen giant, I looked down and saw the cause: a hollow core. Not mere rottenness, but a wholly missing heart, whose absence left a void far below the surface. What happened? The wind held court and a shattering hulk was the verdict. A sad, but thought-provoking end!
Cindy: What’s not to lichen?
Me: I liken this to a mockery of polarization. THAT is what I’m especially likin’
Soapberry (similar to Chinaberry tree, but I THINK it’s distinguished by these translucent orange berries in the Fall). See https://haysfreepress.com/…/11/12/soapberry-versus-chinabe…/ After taking this photo, I looked at several Chinaberry trees along the path, and in every case, their berries are still white at this point.
This morning, we had the vet put down our old cat, Princess. The last few days have been painful for us, as we knew this was coming. It was especially painful for Joshua.
Yesterday, when I picked him up from work, he was holding a bouquet of flowers that his girlfriend had brought him. Later that same afternoon, her parents had dropped by his work to express their sympathy as well. I can hardly contain myself even now, when I think of the kind of love that Joshua expresses to others, and which they express to him in return. My words on the image describe a virtuous cycle.
Here’s what I wrote on Facebook: I’m thankful for special friends along the way. [EDIT: I was knee-deep in poetry when I wrote that. In plain words, “Those who are unusually good at showing love tend to have friends who love them back in equal measure.” Photo bomb is by Rascal, who has a lot to learn in this regard.]
Our oldest cat, Princess, has a tumor, and has weakened to the point she can barely walk. Tomorrow, we’ll have the vet put her down. As anyone who loves their pets knows, this is extremely painful. The picture below is one I took about 13 years ago, shortly after I bought a Sony DSC-V1 with “Nightshot” infrared capability. I have several other shots of her sleeping on the bed with a very young Joshua. He has always loved her well, and this is especially hard for him.
*Rascal is not really a good cat, at least in regard to his sister cats. Nevertheless, he has his moments. Today he said, “Can’t work with me sitting here? Yeah, well, you didn’t pray yet today. So here’s your opportunity, Mr. Hepp!”
Removing detritus from the moss garden, I found these “bird’s-nest fungi, aka “splash cups.” I read that they get their name from the fact that falling rain splashes out the silver peridioles (spores). Last year, I found some and wrote the poem “Earth Trumpets.” (https://www.bhepp.us/2018/11/earth-trumpets/)