A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
The way I see it….
I’m not very good with live plants. I keep killing them lately. So, I surround myself with whatever beautiful artificial ones I can find. They never die and they give me much pleasure. Like my tree….a metal tree, amongst other artificial “plants” in my possession.
It hangs on the living room wall, well able to be decorated seasonally, as you can see in the picture below. It suits the red apples it wears in this photo. This Christmas it had little clusters of Christmas bells of silver, burgandy and red. I hope to decorate it differently for a variety of times and seasons.
My dear neighbour and friend, George, insisted (despite my many protests to the contrary) on buying me a poinsettia when I took him grocery shopping one day before Christmas. It was a lovely thought, but I was a bit dubious, knowing myself.
He carefully reminded me not to over water. It was doing well and looked nice for a while. So far, so good. Proud of me.
Then I watered it once at the sink where leaves and blooms immediately began to fall off. Had I waited too long? How distressing. It literally fell apart. Sad……
Some of it made it onto the kitchen counter and that’s where I found these ones. I had to take a pic, in order to somehow redeem the damage I had done to the beautiful foliage. If I could take a decent picture, I would not feel so bad about just discarding everything.
Life and death. There is beauty in both, should one care to look.
That’s the way I see it…..