A Baby Boomer's musings on art, family history, reading and finding a little beauty each day.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
Forty Days, Forty Nights
It has been dribbling, hailing, storming, pouring. We're soaked. There's a big maple at the back of our property that lost a large limb in a wind storm, and while the good news it that the limb missed the fence, the bad news is it smashed all sorts of bushes and spring ephemerals. This graceful jack-in-the-pulpit was laying flat, so I brought it inside for a closer look.
Why did I never do this before? Such elegance and grace in a simple plant.