Saturday, 9 October 2010


Not everything is glumness; not everything is grey.

Last year I found an orchid in a pot sitting beside a rubbish bin.

I brought it home, put it on a sunny windowsill and watered it intermittently.

Our days are but as grass; •
we flourish as a flower of the field;
(from Psalm 103)

Oh, but what a flower!


Ernest said...

Lovely picture.

it's margaret said...

Showing its gratitude...