I've had several ideas for blog posts swirling in the back of my thought for a couple weeks. But right now, they escape me!! Plus, I have to leave in just a few minutes for a mid-week church service. I'll admit I'm kinda proud of myself in that for the past year and a half, I've been faithful in leading a hymn sing before our regular service. I can't sing. I can't play any musical instrument besides the radio. But I can activate a CD player and make a joyful noise, along with recorded music.
More and more I'm learning to drop preconceived limits (like not being able to sing or play), and just trust that any deep desire will find a way to blossom.
The gorgeous geranium being showcased in this post is one of my favorite floral buddies. She was rather roughly yoinked from the ground a few falls ago as I dashed to bring her inside before a sudden hard frost. She has gamely survived my attempts to prune her back so she isn't so gangly. Thankfully she resisted all my attempts to harness her leggy growth.
She blossoms very reliably, spilling luminescent petals over my favorite chair. She keeps me company through some very long winters, of the soul as well as of the outdoors.