Here’s a little tropical flower to set the tone for this hot and humid week. Summer is at hand – let us rejoice and be glad in it! When I’ve slipped into songs I once sang at religion class every Tuesday afternoon waiting for the bus to bring us home, you know things have gone slightly awry. I have no excuse, I have no reason, I have no sense of sanity anymore. But I still find prettiness around me, such as in this little purple flower, the scientific name of which escapes me, as does the common name. All names escape me. Mine would be included if it wasn’t sewn into my underwear. Just kidding. Not even I am that precious.
Wow, this Wednesday post is something. All silliness, little substance, and the world outside is wilting. Nothing makes sense anymore, and I’m tried of trying to make it so.
A purple flower is all I have – there is majesty in it, no matter how small.
