I find it rather uplifting to know that a simple stroll through the gardens can be healing. Yes, the fresh air and exercise go a long way in making the body well but just being outdoors in a peaceful spot can heal the mind and spirit. Today was not good. It was not bad but still not good. I felt lousy from the get-go but still felt as if I had chores to be done. I have never been one to just be idle. Lounging about the place actually makes me feel worse so I struggled to find the energy to tackle a few tasks. Not only was my body lagging, my brain was awhirl with worries about family members. It seems that the old Morton Salt advertisement holds true. " When it rains, it pours." I figured that perhaps doing something would take the mind off of many things.
Along about midday, thunder started grumbling just north of us. I turned to see huge black clouds bearing down on the Bayou and figured I had best get myself back indoors. Just as I reached for the back screen door, a flash of pink caught my eye. Well, storm or not, I had to stop for a photo! The crape myrtles were blooming again! Those crazy bushes had already bloomed once this summer but were now popping out with all sorts of buds! The hot pink frilly clusters were waving like banners with the hefty storm breezes. "Look at us! Don't go inside! Look at us!" I did. I braved the lightning just to see something that I have seen a thousand times over. By the time I started taking the photograph, a slight drizzle started falling.
Seeing the renewed buds along side of the spent seed pods gave me an odd feeling of renewal. Regardless of my current condition, there is new hope on the horizon. Somewhere out there with those storm clouds is my "get up and go' and my peace of mind. The crape myrtles told me so.
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