This week is the first week of classes at Palm Beach State College. I am enrolled in a photography class and our assignment this week was to bring in a collection of photos of "things." I am also taking PLANT IDENTIFICATION 1 (CULTIVATED PLANTS). Really...that's the name. On Tuesday night we ranged all over the campus, clipping pieces off of all the species of ACANTHACEAE to dry for a plant collection and there were no blooms on the Ruellia tweediana we found. Well, I happen to have lots of Ruellia tweediana in my yard because it grows anywhere there is no water, no soil and lots of weeds...{and my yard is full of places like that} and so I collected a handful of their flowers today so that I could dry them and share them with everyone else.
Combining both classes, I took some photos of the flowers. As I finished, this little bit of down blew over. It was a cool combination--delicate flower petals and weightless white puff.
The cat is sleeping on the top of the big leather sofa chair I'm sitting on. She has had a long day--Mary has left and she has followed Nathan and me around all afternoon. I tried to fill in, but after trying to snuggle with her, she kind of gave up and just went to sleep. The soft grey ripples in her fur remind me of the soft grey-purple flutter of the Ruellia tweediana blossoms that are now (three days later) silk-thin, edge-flared triangles between the pages of an old telephone book which is resting beneath three dozen of the Eyewitness volumes that I refuse to part with . . . even though they are definitely not books that I would sit down and spend the afternoon with. I have given away a few duplicates that I've somehow acquired, but {like the "Nine Bowls of Soup" ichthyosaur} I "can't break up the set." And every now and again, Nathan will pull a stack of them into his room and spend a month going slowly back through his favorites.
The cat is sleeping on the top of the big leather sofa chair I'm sitting on. She has had a long day--Mary has left and she has followed Nathan and me around all afternoon. I tried to fill in, but after trying to snuggle with her, she kind of gave up and just went to sleep. The soft grey ripples in her fur remind me of the soft grey-purple flutter of the Ruellia tweediana blossoms that are now (three days later) silk-thin, edge-flared triangles between the pages of an old telephone book which is resting beneath three dozen of the Eyewitness volumes that I refuse to part with . . . even though they are definitely not books that I would sit down and spend the afternoon with. I have given away a few duplicates that I've somehow acquired, but {like the "Nine Bowls of Soup" ichthyosaur} I "can't break up the set." And every now and again, Nathan will pull a stack of them into his room and spend a month going slowly back through his favorites.
I like a good mix, I suppose. Brent just kissed my forehead and told me not to stay up too late. It is 9:06pm and he is wisely heading off for bed.
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