Speaking of Worms
Yet, in spite of the of all that wet pelting, the peach portulaca (pronounced por-chew-laka) was blooming as it does every day, rain or shine, reminding me that everything is just peachy! I've decided that instead of saying peachy keen, I'm going to start saying peachy portulaca because I like the way it sounds.
My aunt called me tonight and told me that even though she's officially in her new home, she's kept my grandparent's phone number; the very number that I've been calling since childhood; one of the few numbers I know by heart as if imprinted on my soul. The beauty of that gesture was overwhelming. I started crying. To lighten the moment she said, "Yo, I represent", and I laughed through my tears. That's the kind of person my aunt is. She's amazing!
Oh! Before I forget...I've submitted my photo of the old cemetery to JPG magazine and it's time to pimp my photo. Please vote for me here and if you'll tell all your friends to do the same...well, that would be Peachy Portulaca!
Hey...can anyone tell me if my plastic bag counter widget in my sidebar is slowing down this page?
Have a good weekend everybody!
Labels: beauty and wonders