Caught in the act

Caught

 

In

 

The

 

Act. 

Love this boy.  

This naughty, naughty boy.

Know what's yummier than taco meat?

Him.

(nibble nibble)

Late Bloomer

 

My mother loved wisteria.  The cascades of purple blooms were among her favorites.  I planted a wisteria vine some 4 or so years ago, but I figured it was either defective or mislabeled, because though it stretched its tendrils of healthy leaves out to anything it could reach, it had never bloomed.  I hadn't gotten around to yanking it out, but it was certainly on my mental chopping block.

A few weeks ago I noticed strange furry pods at the ends of the vines, and then just two weeks ago, it erupted into glorious springtime splendor.

Bam.

Just like that.

Like it had known how to all along.  

Like it was just waiting for the right time.

Like this was what it was created for.

I stood under it, straining my neck to the heavens to appreciate the blooms that spilled out of vine tips far above my head.

There was relief, a sense that finally the plant had figured it out.  There was a little bit of awe, too.  I mean, after all, it had gone from barren to bursting.  This was no little show.  This was like the Fourth of July, flower style.  I couldn't take a single purple plume.  I had to let the plant show it all off, every last, hard earned bloom.

***

There are people who come into this world who take a long time to get it all figured out.  

They go through the motions, struggle through their seasons, and manage to grow.

But somehow they find it hard to bloom-

-to find their way, their peace, their joy, their mission,

 their bliss.

That's my Number One Son 

(who I am not allowed to blog about)

(so I'm not)

(in case he asks).

He is the bird that hits the window.

He is the snowflake that melts on the way down.

He is the stepping stone in the path that always wobbles.

The letter that gets lost in the mail.

 

The vine that never blooms.

Well, maybe not never.  Perhaps he will...

.

.

.

eventually.

I guess all we can do is wait

and pray.

 

 

Moments - A Photo Album

 

April.

Tessa's birthday.

Easter.

So many things.

Too many things.

Here are just a few, and the month is only half over...

The best view of motherhood; a nursing babe.

 All tuckered out.

 

Ruth's little Autumn.  (Read post here)

 Spring is here.

 The girls first art exhibit.  They were so proud, and so was I.

 

Easter...

 bunny

 

and cutie pies...

 Oh, those eyes!

 

Lately, my hero. Totally.

 

Super charged!

 Eggs...

 Smiles...?

 You take what you can get.

 

"Just what I wanted for my birthday!  Barbeque and plum sauce!"

 A special night

to see art...

 

My art.

I have 12 paintings done.

I have 13 to go.

And other really important things to take care of.

Really important.