As life tries to return to normal (whatever that is), I find my calendar filling up and myself boxing my day off into appointments and travel time.
This morning was like that: leave at 8 to be at real estate training at 9 – yes there was about 15 minutes slop time in that, which is my usual since I am an early arriver. Something a nun said to the class in h.s. (at least I know where he tendancy came from) that being late is a sign of disrespect. Goodness forbid that I ever dis anyone (although that word wasn’t around until several decades later).
Gathered up my too much to carry armful and headed out to the car at 8:05 (unusual) and hurried past the elephant ears in my front garden (came with the house -who knew they grew in totally non tropical Maryland) which have fallen to the ground in a death droop from the last two nights’ 20 degree weather. Also, it rained, lightly, last night. As I hurried past I saw what I’m sharing here with you: glimmering puddle of water shining on leaves with branched backbones. I almost didn’t stop. I made it to the car, put my things in the passenger seat and then, magic happened. I thought: “time to stop and smell the roses” – or take a picture of the elephant ears as the case may be.
So I grabbed my phone (the best invention for taking pictures since the point and shoot cameras I grew up wtih) and went back and framed up a few pictures, took them, and was on my way. And though late by my own standards, I was still the first person in the classroom.
With magic tucked in my phone in my purse.
Take time to just stop. Don’t let the magic lay there panting for you to see it. Notice. It’s worth it.
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These elephant ears photos are very intriguing! I especially like the slanting swoops in the last one. Thanks!
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These plants were here when I got here – I’m not exactly sure how they grow: roots or bulbs. I’ll be interested to see if they come bac next year.
Meanwhile, I certainly hope you are feeling better – that doesn’t sound lie any fun!
It’s too bad you didn’t get the bulbs in before the first freeze. You could have replanted them next spring. I had three bulbs I kept alive for about six years, then put them out too soon one spring and they shriveled and died. I hope it’s not too late for yours, because the photos are beautiful, yet telling.
I apologize for being late. I have been really, really sick since yesterday and can’t seem to stay off the toilet. Hope that’s not too personal. At least I know it was from something I made in my own kitchen.
Oh, those remind me of the castor bean plants my dad planted by the front steps that grew so big with such large leaves that we couldn’t use the front door for two or three years till my mom put her foot down–LOL!
I am early usually, too. I think I have always felt it was disrespectful to be late, though I don’t think I put it into those words. It feels selfish and uncaring of others to be late–so disrespectful, yes. Nice to leave early enough to have time to smell the roses, so to speak. 😉