Shamrock

This shamrock was a gift from dear friends over eight years ago. It currently resides in our bedroom, on a plant stand that belonged to Grandmother.

I love the way it leans into the light, grows toward the light, orients itself to the light. The window faces south, and the plant reminds me of those who always pray facing a certain direction--just that it's usually east, not south.

Hmmmm, is there a verb for that? Perhaps sudient, rather than orient....

Today I took a much-needed nap and while lying down was captivated by the light coming through the sheers and the new little white flowers heading toward that light.

Contented sighhhh....job security or not, winter light is lovely, green plants are beautiful, Sunday afternoon naps are wonderful, and it is good to be alive.