This morning my young male seahorse, Moya, discovered a piece of mysis that had floated away from the feeding station and lodged on the rocks. His body language needed no translation: Baby grapes appearing on the vines in the neighborhood garden I pass on my evening walks: And the gentle tickle of a cleaner shrimp as it tries to clean me instead of the fish and corals: And don’t forget to pass it on..or share your observations in the comments. I’d love to know…what simple joy did YOU experience today?
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A Measure of Peace
Every rose variety has an individual name, granted by the developer and used by growers around the world to identify the cultivar. One of my father’s favorites (and mine) is known as “peace.” Just before the German invasion of France during World War II, French horticulturalist Francis Meilland sent cuttings from his newest hybrid tea rose to colleagues in allied nations, so the rose could be protected and cultivated. The rose was officially named “Peace” on April 29, 1945, a date which coincided with the fall of Berlin and the end of World War II. A fitting name for such
Read moreImproving My Home … With Rose-Colored Memories
April in Sacramento heralds the end of a cold, rainy winter. I clear away weeds, mow the lawn, and get ready for hot,sweaty summer days. In April, I also get to enjoy the first rosebuds of the season – which makes me happy every year, because I love roses and also because these roses mean something special. I transplanted them from my father’s garden. At one point, my father had over a hundred hybrid tea roses in a garden that stretched the entire length of his house and wrapped around into the yards on either side. He spent every weekend
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