Some neighbors just knocked on our door and handed me a bunch of tulips. Amazing. I hardly talk to the couple, but when I do, they are extremely nice.
I mentioned once, probably three years ago, that my favorite flowers were tulips. When I had time, I would plant tulips in containers on the patio. Maybe the sight of empty pots and withered brown things have brought notice. Or maybe they just remembered. Or maybe she could feel an energy shift in me (she’s a masseuse). Whatever the reason, the bouquet was nice to get.
I took this pic with a new cam, a Canon Powershot S5. I can’t figure this thing out and my brain cells aren’t at their peak, hence, the graininess.
Thought for the day: One of the greatest disservices we teach our young black girls is that they must grow up to be “strong black women.” It’s in our culture. We eat it, drink it, sleep it. We are taught to take on more than we can, and are damned as being “lazy” or “weak” if we complain.
We have worked ourselves into an exotic myth.