So. 😉 Christmas morning has come and gone, the balloons filled to delight the smallings are all that remains, and they are slowly falling. I love it. … Sometimes the colorful sprites follow me around. … You can even see a couple running off down the hall. … 😉
As I am working on the computer, several silently slip into my room, watching over my shoulders, till one, ever so slightly taps me on the ear or my leg, and I turnaround to see the gathered friends coming to say, “Thank you for sharing Christmas with us.” Like very gentle spirits, they inhabit our house during times of gladness.
I love this place in the canyon. It had always appeared to me as a place to gather; gather friends, gather performers, or just gather any group of people in the shade of a tree, sitdown and have a beer, and a very good conversation.
An early morning walk through the neighborhood, brought this blooming to my eyes.
Later, in the life cycle of this flower, it would be very different, the reds would be gone, replaced by something more muted. The purples would have lost the richness, and become very blue. And the single white, would be joined by a whole flock of white siblings.
From a walk on Fiesta Island.
This is what the plant looks when it is a little older. You will need to click on the image to see a larger version. 🙂