a flower for your friday

~ a flower for your friday ~

Last fall I brought some portulaca inside to see how it would winter over. The small plant hasn’t grown, but it seems happy enough soaking up whatever sun it gets in the window. Every week or two lately, it produces a single tiny but colorful flower.

It’s difficult to turn from the news of the day and find the right perspective for a post. If there are fitting words, I don’t have them.


These plants were at the outer edge of a neighbor’s property, so I could stay on the sidewalk and still get pictures. Almost immediately, a woman popped her head out the front door and asked me what I was doing. Her tone seemed accusing. I guess my crouching near her garden area looked suspicious. We ended up having a pleasant, socially distanced talk for several minutes about the columbines. She told me she had transported them some distance from her late father’s property, and she was pleased they handled the move and were thriving. She had several varieties, and the shaded area was lovely. Her story somehow made it all lovelier.