Purple is good too!
It took me three days to retreive the botanical name of this wonderful shrub from the archives of my mind.
It is a kind of a dancing word, Callicarpa.
It is not only beautiful, but an effective mosquito repellant!!
Now that is useful beyond measure.
You can read all about it here, Callicarpa Americana.
There is a jelly recipe too!
Enjoy!
A pale pink feather, found on the beach is surely from a Roseate Spoonbill.
These strange and beautiful birds are often mistaken for flamingos
until you get a clear view of the spoon shaped bill.
In sunset light their color is exquisite,
as it is against a clear blue sky when they fly overhead.
Did I say that I hate pink?
I take it all back!
Three Roseate Spoonbills, Moses Creek, St. Augustine, Florida.
Don't be late!
"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands."
I learned this song a very long time ago in Brownies,
and never really thought about the words,
other than to clap my hands and stomp my feet at the appropriate times.
Is it really possible to be happy and not know it???
Yikes!!!!
In many seaside towns there are sculptures of families waiting…
They say that we all have someone waiting on that distant shore,
ready to meet us.
I guess we won't know for sure until our time comes,
but there are a couple of dogs and cats that I would love to see again,
and maybe even a few human folks too!
Who's waiting for you?
Sculpture found in Iceland in a little seaside town called, Grindavik.
The Grand Canyon, one of our National Treasures.
It takes your breath away when you stand on the rim,
and literally when you hike into it!
You feel at once grand and so small,
a wonderful justaposition of feelings.
Photo by Paula Post.
(Thanks Paula!)
Saturday evening as I was driving along US 1,
there was a beautiful sunset over the marsh, next to the railroad tracks.
A storm was moving away that created a low ceiling or shelf
that by and by was gray and then golden and then a wonderful sunset glow
of oranges and reds and pinks.
On my way someplace to go somewhere else,
I didn't stop to get the shot.
This happened another time, in Provincetown, my last week there,
on our way to dinner after a craft show,
the sky was putting on a magnificent show.
What I remember most is that it just got better and more brilliant,
as though it would go on all night long.
Standing on the hill that overlooked Provincetown harbor,
all I could do was soak it in.
It felt like a gift after an exhausting day,
and there I was without my camera!
Some people can paint beautiful pictures with words,
others can paint beautiful pictures.
Me, I need a camera.
"On further reflection,
and after careful consideration,
I believe it would be in your very best interest,
for so many reasons that I can't go into here,
to make me
your *nest president.
You won't be sorry.
*Some typos are irresistible!
The Great Blue Heron, for president!
Dancing molecules around the harbor,
water everywhere.
Light gray, dark gray and my favorite, payne's gray,
and silvery fish slicing the surface in a frenzy
as sailboats swing on their moorings.
A calm and lovely evening.
St. Augustine Harbor, and the Bridge of LIons.
Gleanings From Living Long
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