The irises down the street were so gorgeous and blooming. I couldn't resist a snap when I saw the light inside them, the light within. I desire to be so obviously filled with light, joy, inner beauty.
But I'm just an old prune...my daughter told me so yesterday at lunch. It went down like this:
We were eating lunch and I told Clara to eat her prunes. "They are too sticky," she says. "Well you are sticky, so that's perfect." I joked. "Well you're a prune!" she retorts. Guess my age is showing more now, like I feared. An old prune.
I did prod her as to what she meant by that and she said that my eyes are the color of a prune. Way to backpedal there, Clara;-).
Happy weekend, my friend. Hope that yours are full of beauty and joy!
I shouldn't laugh, but your story did make me chuckle! My grandsons keep calling me old, but I'm young at heart and still wearing red lippy! Beautiful purple flower, nice thought for Cathy.
Oh, this girl will go far in life being able to dig herself out of a hole that quickly! Love your Iris "light"! My mom-in-law loved it also, they are her favorite!
July 14th, 2014
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@bill_fe Thanks so much, Bill!!!