I do love vases of flowers, but the calla lily & ivy plant is vibrant and thriving, and I have a feeling it will live a long, good while. This is poignant because I carried it home from Papaw's funeral. I see the plant's beauty as a divine reminder that God does take life, but He also gives life.
I now understand why my Mom loves plants in her home. I do believe I will keep flowers and plants around our home more often. I ought to carry on Papaw's tradition of tending to God's creation of flowers. "And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." (Matthew 6:28-29):
And, a gilded Nativity icon given to Johnny by my parents, purchased at The Blue Hand:
A Notre Dame rose window replica. I call this picture "The Resurrection":
Our furry baby hiding under one of his favorite toys - brown packing paper courtesy of Kiehl's (when I must wear an antiperspirant for social reasons, I choose their Superbly Efficient Antiperspirant and Deodorant):
That is the extent of my photo essay. Now I'm enjoying a glass of Frey organic Cabernet, with no sulfites I might add. Nighty night.