Daylilies bloom for just a day. After that they wilt, their petals limp and collapsed, sometimes weeping. I pluck the spent petals and toss them on the ground where they will melt into the soil, food for next year's blooms. They often stain my fingers when I snap the spent flowers from their long stems. But for one day, they are glorious. These three flowers from Red Pinnacle seemed to celebrate the 4th of July and the lifting of Covid rules. Will we bloom for just a single day, pumped up and shiny new only to wither quickly and return to social distances and half hidden faces? I'm afraid we are coming out of safety into a dangerous world, divided, overcome with false pride, and weary of inconvenient rules.
July 12, 2021
This weekend I watched as an older brother taught his younger brother the basics of baseball. My heart swelled. I was quite emotional watching the two brothers in the park as I sat inside watching through my living room window. The older brother was about 15 and the younger brother about 9. The patience and love showcased by the older brother were just heart-warming. I felt nostalgic for them just watching. It's nice to think that even during the madness of a pandemic, there are family memories being formed that will carry well beyond. It's a happy memory I'll carry with me.
August 3, 2020