‘The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.’
— Frank Lloyd Wright
“I was good at blogging and then sucked at blogging before you were even born!” This is an actual insult that I am preparing to spit at some youngstuff should I ever need to. Seriously, people, when did this get so hard? I started two other posts tonight but then hit walls with both where I just realized, “Nope! I don’t have the gumption necessary to hit publish on either topic!” And it’s not like…
Thank you for reading this SEO-optimized post. Incidentally, I can’t remember if this is another of @saraclark’s transplants or one my mother gave me. But it was a nice surprise when I looked outside this morning after getting yet another huge medical bill. I mean, that thing shot up from out of nowhere in no time.
While hiking up Lookout Mountain last year, Nick Fowler and I for some reason started talking about black-eyed Susans and how they got their name. We pretty much settled on the only possibility that made sense to us at the time: That the black-eyed Susan was a flower insensitively and macabrely named for a domestic violence altercation of yore. That is not true, the internet tells me, and I am quite relieved. Anyway, I have…
Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. — Anaïs Nin
The Dixon has 100,000 bulbs blooming right now — mostly tulips but some daffodils and other stuff too. It’s pretty incredible. Seeing all the variations is stunning. Get out there and see them while they last. I reckon they’ve got a couple of weeks left in them. [Project 365]
At long last, it’s time to get back to the Friday flower. Try to contain your excitement! [Project 365]
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