Color spot


Come with me to a quiet place and get some rest…

Mark 6:31


In touch.


My Hyacinth Bean Vine is reaching, like a outstretched arm. The breeze causes its tip to seemingly have a constant tremble.  It searches for something, anything to help it.  A leaf, a branch, a string. 

It strives to go upward. Weekly I tuck it down around itself again, around the chain it grew up. Out it pushes and I hear it say, “My self won’t work. I need something, something more to wrap around, to cling to, so I can grow up.” 

My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me. Psalm 63:8

I preach to myself: Stop clinging to your self and reach out to the One who created you to need Him. Take joy in reaching out to Him. 



  They tower

Looking for morning

Bees upon the spiral feast

Leaves shade and pucker to form the steps

That lead us to the once petty



The unexpected.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt is not dead, but I will not argue – to you it may look dead.

Expand your thinking though…does brown always mean a plant is void of life?

I am pretty sure that is exactly what I love about Toffee Twist Sedge, it throws you for a loop.

Things that are not as they seem are good reminders.

Soul mates

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is a mistake.  A combo I never meant.  First of all I always claim – I dislike orange. 

I restate, I dislike orange alone.  This plant marriage makes my soul HAPPY.  I thank God for His amazing colors. 

As took this photo I wondered if people are like colors?  Alone we can be unbearable bright glaring orange, yet together a combination that ebbs, flows and soothes and ignites joy…