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Day 190 Two Views



June 17, 2015

(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th years where I write and illustrate a blog on each day’s gift.)


Another seasonal benchmark—the daylilies are here. These tall orange flowers, the kind of perennial plant that grows and grows every year without any special attention, are abundant in our yard. Many we brought back from a friend’s yard in Long Island. She had too many. I always look forward to daylilies because of their beauty and brilliant color. Within each bloom, a bright yellow sun-like center radiates outward to form a bright stripe on each of six petals with delicate red veins weaving through the orange. Nature has formed its own tie-dye color pattern.

Orange sings out to me of vibrant optimism, energetic adventure and passion. It is the color of flames, goldfish, candy corn, navel oranges, clown fish, pumpkins, traffic cones, life rafts, sunsets, carrots, Orioles and some cheeses. With its bold in-your-face/see-me color, they dot the June landscape in this area. Sometimes they dot the plate too when gourmet cooks use the edible petals for garnish and an artistic touch.

In all their glory, however, daylilies offer something other than beauty to some creatures. Today as I was examining a cluster of my orange daylilies, I noticed a delicate spider web with a long-legged spider in the middle, waiting for dinner. It had used this bunch of flowers as anchors for its web. I suppose people are not the only creatures who are drawn to bright orange, but other insects that are drawn to it may become food for the spider.

Depending on one’s perspective, daylilies are either nature’s art or handy support beams.  

My gift today is daylilies.
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> Day 191: Bigfoot

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Day 67 – Ephemeral



February 14, 2015


(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)


Today I saw a line of cars on Mountain Road with drivers rushing to buy flowers or candy for Valentine's Day. I saw one man at the Lake Shore parking lot trying to balance a bunch of flowers and struggling to retrieve keys from a coat pocket with gloved hands while a light snow blew around him. Maybe some of the drivers were headed to Victoria’s Secret. Regardless of where they were headed, they wanted to show some emotion to another with a special purchase.

My valentine gift did not require a trip to the store. It did not necessitate going out into the cold. In a quiet waking moment, with my sleeping husband right next to me, I felt a warm hand close to mine. I reached out and touched his palm. Gently, a finger moved in response against my hand.

Small moments like this are worth much more than a dozen red roses or a box of chocolate covered cherry Godiva candies or heart-covered satin somethings from Victoria’s Secret. (I’ll admit, however, that I do not turn away such nice gifts.)  Purchased things are ephemeral: roses wilt and die; chocolates wind up going down the toilet; clothes fade and wear out. Quiet connections as small as a touch of a finger last longer than these other gifts-- for these connections live deep in the heart.

My gift today is a gentle connecting touch.
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> DAY 68 Tsk Tsk

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