I picked up this ornamental pepper plant
on the last business day at a local plant nursery.
"Wow--last day! You must be so excited to have some time off."
But the nurseryman didn't seem thrilled.
At least not as thrilled as I was for him.
The tiny peppers were all purple, then turned
a lovely, seasonal orange.
I got outside with my "real" camera on a foggy
morning this week. Mist laced every spiderweb
with delicate droplets. As the sun burned through
the haze, it turned the drops to diamonds.
My heavenly blue morning glory vine is finally showing off.
The vines have tangled themselves into a crown studded
with sun-pointing buds. The base of the vine is as
thick as a young tree--amazing.
Gorgeous photos, as always. I like the story. I really have no idea how old this lady is, though. 60? 80? The last sentence made me wonder if she were younger. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jennifer! Etta is in her later eighties and is dining as a guest with her great-nephew's family after church. It turns out to be an eventful visit, for sure.
DeleteSo glad to hear from you here, friend.