The opening of the first lotus flower, this season at our pond.
Lotus bloom of Chawin Basu. As the flower ages, the pink on the tips fades away to all white. The fragrance is indescribable. The lotus commands a certain reverence over the pond.
You can feel the spiritual beauty of nature when in their presence.
The ruffled leaves on another lotus, Charles Thomas; gently dances in a breeze.
That same day the Phoebe family that nests each year on our front porch took flight with the fledglings.
There remains a quiet nest.
And on this day, our cottage family took flight too.
I don’t know if the destination changed, but the journey certainly has.
Mother Cottage has gone to live at a memory care facility.
Leading up to this point has been one of the most heart wrenching experiences. Even though this has been a difficult decision, I feel it is the right one.
I respect my father for all of his years of care giving, and for knowing when to let go, and let professionals take over and so that the family could move forward.
I received lovely flowers from a friend with a beautiful heart.
It is well with my soul.
See you later, Bye!