We had hoarfrost like crazy a little while back. Practically everything was covered in it, though it let up over the past week or so.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Hoarfrost can be rather pretty. The white blanket it leaves over everything makes it seem so fresh, somehow, and that sparkle when the sun hits it in just the right way is even better.
Of course, you only get hoarfrost when you’ve got that mixture of cold and humid. So there’s that little downfall.
That’s something I prefer not to think about, though.
Alright, so you’ve probably noticed that I’ve brought Laney Wylde and If She Were Blind to my blog twice already–once with an excerpt and then again with a Q&A. And now I’m bringing them up again in a book recommendation.
I promise, though, that reading about them here multiple times is worth it. If She Were Blind is a great book; one of the most gripping I’ve read in a while, actually. I started it one afternoon, expecting to take at least a few days to read it.
I finished it that same evening.
Once you understand why I had so much trouble putting the book down, you might want to go ahead and pick it up yourself. Believe me, you won’t regret it if you do.
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I love seeing my orchid plant in bloom. Like I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, though, I thought I’d lost the opportunity to see that again.
Last weekend, one little flower appeared. I caught it in its early stage, when the outer petals were still cupping the inner, colourful ones. I loved the look of that so much that I had to grab my camera.
I’m quite happy with how this picture came out, too. This might be one of my favourites from the past little while, and it’s definitely brightening up my winter.
This weekend, take some time to remember.
Remember the happy times. When you laughed so hard tears sprung to your eyes and you had to hold your ribs because they hurt so much. When your cheeks turned red from smiling. When you thought they would never end.
Remember the seemingly inconsequential moments. The little things, like a smile, a hug, a stupid little joke. Moments that don’t necessarily mean anything to you, but could mean the world to somebody else.
Remember how much love there is in your life. How warm your heart feels when you think about particular people. That comforting feeling in your stomach when you’re with them again after you or they have been away for awhile. How much those people love you in return.
Remember that one day, as sad and hard as it is to think about, remembering is all you can do. Just remember and miss and love what you had.
That’s what I’m doing this weekend, as I remember my dad. Monday marks two years since he passed away. And those happy times, those seemingly inconsequential moments? They’re some of my favourite memories.
It’s been a while since I’ve shared pictures of my little orchid plant, hasn’t it? To be honest, it’s because I haven’t really had any new pictures to share. The last bunch of flowers all fell off, and then… nothing. It was like the plant had started to die.
Then, suddenly, there was new growth. There are new roots making their way out of the pot (which makes me wonder if I should risk trying to move the plant), a whole new base stem, and new shoots off of the two original base stem.
Plus, there are these guys. New flower buds are popping up all over the place. It’s like spring on my window sill.
I love it, and I can’t wait until the flowers actually bloom again. Rest assured, you’ll see pictures of them here not long after they do.