Satisfaction II
These are flowers from my "garden." Garden is in quotes because it really isn't a garden, per se. It's more like a little flower patch outside our house. I don't know how to describe it. The fact is, though, I planted these flowers. And the husband and I pick weeds and water them. Admiring them gives me a feeling of subdued satisfaction and happiness.

I planted the yellow ones for my mother, even though she is really annoying sometimes. I remember as a little kid how she'd always point out beautiful yellow flowers. Yellow's her favorite color. Ah, the continuity of memories.

It's fulfilling--getting down on your knees to garden. It's like prayer solidfied, if that makes any sense.  ¶ 12:07 AM