Fresh out of the oven, this boule was too warm to slice. Waiting for it to cool required a lot of patience.
It was worth the wait.
Tag: patience
Beauty
Last December I brought home from work a hibiscus plant. It was struggling with an awful whitefly infestation. We quarantined it, treated it with insecticidal soap, and eventually eliminated the infestation. While the plant grew some this year during our mild and dry spring and early summer, it didn’t seem to flourish. Since late July it’s been quite hot, humid, and we’ve had quite a bit of rain. Our patience has paid off – this week we revelled in the beauty of a hibiscus flower.
Early
Very early, one of our tomatillos insists on blooming. Perhaps the bloom will survive to give us early fruit. Perhaps not. We will have to be patient, to wait.
Teasel in the snow
It does not, cannot, whine and whinge and moan about never-ending winter, where is spring? It waits. Spring will come. It will arrive when it arrives. Accept what is.
A lesson to embrace.
Mincing footsteps
With mincing footsteps, this Mourning Dove walked across the shed roof, tolerating my standing about ten feet away, watching and photographing. Patience, slow movements, and gentle enjoyment were the keys.
Waiting
Our potted ornamental plants wait to be moved outside. They have been under artificial light inside, for months. One African Violet may not make it. Today is cloudy, near freezing, snowflakes falling, with a chill northeast breeze.
We wait, less than patiently now, for spring to arrive with its promise of pleasant evenings, sunny skies, mild times. However impatient we are though, spring will come in its own time and no sooner, when it is time, when it is ready. Much as I might prefer otherwise, patience . . .
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