This afternoon, as I was watering the plants and feeling a bit down--maybe even a bit sorry for myself after a tough week--a blossom fell from the African violet. It was so lovely that I floated it in a dish of water and set the dish on the widow sill to catch the late afternoon sun.
Of course, like many of you, my friends,
I couldn't resist photographing it.
Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't alone.
Someone else had come to investigate . . .
. . . and a day that had been more than a little blue was suddenly
much, much better.