The Bougainvillea is tough enough to endure the big dip in the temperature during these wacky winter months. They are resilient and always add a welcomed splash of color to our tropical landscape.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Day 9
OK, today was just plain silly. You need to vote on which flower picture you think is prettier. The fake flowers from South Miami Hospital, or the photo-bomb picture of Angela and the pink flowers in between doctors visits. Hmmm
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Day 8
Today was a crazy rainy day, and I almost ran out of time to capture my photos for day 8. I saved my beautiful orchid tree for just such a day. She did not disappoint. The rain droplets and the pink sky were there to remind me that things are just as they are supposed to be. It was a wonderful, rainy day in paradise!
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
Day 6
A little something you don't see in Ohio. This plant is cool. It reminds me of a pomegranate. I'm not sure if it qualifies as a flower, so a added a prickly little number to keep up with the theme of the blog. All the hibiscus flowers are curled up due to the cooler weather today. 60's today, Brrrrr
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Day 5
I found out today that a dear old friend had passed away. I found this through our old facebook messages.
He was writing lyrics to a song and shared them with me. I'm so grateful that I never delete anything. Today's flowers are for Sully. You were a very handsome date. I'm so glad to have shared the time we had together.
A young man wanders lonely, with Death walking by his side. Confused in the madness he runs away to hide. Finding no shelter he falls to his knees. Eyes filled with tears, his broken heart bleeds. Tired, hungry, and cold his soul fills with rage.
Screaming out a cry of why he asks for a turn of the page. A moment passes. He hears the crickets sing. With a deep breath he tastes the pungent smells of Spring. When off in the distance, under the full moon light, he sees a doe dancing Free protected by the night. With a shooting star, a smile on his face. Filled with grace, he dances in place. With an understanding, he bursts into laughter. No tears of fears from here on after. Just Love, Life , and Living.
By: John Sullivan
Rest in peace my friend.
He was writing lyrics to a song and shared them with me. I'm so grateful that I never delete anything. Today's flowers are for Sully. You were a very handsome date. I'm so glad to have shared the time we had together.
A young man wanders lonely, with Death walking by his side. Confused in the madness he runs away to hide. Finding no shelter he falls to his knees. Eyes filled with tears, his broken heart bleeds. Tired, hungry, and cold his soul fills with rage.
Screaming out a cry of why he asks for a turn of the page. A moment passes. He hears the crickets sing. With a deep breath he tastes the pungent smells of Spring. When off in the distance, under the full moon light, he sees a doe dancing Free protected by the night. With a shooting star, a smile on his face. Filled with grace, he dances in place. With an understanding, he bursts into laughter. No tears of fears from here on after. Just Love, Life , and Living.
By: John Sullivan
Rest in peace my friend.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
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