A couple of mornings ago, as I made my terrace rounds wishing my plants a “muy buenos días,” I found my cereus had bloomed during the night. A gift from the garden…
By noon it was a shriveled skeleton of itself. The flower may have been fleeting, but it was a lasting gift of beauty amid the unrelenting, energy-sapping heat and the daily ordeal of navigating Oaxaca’s blockades, marches, and a zócalo covered in tents. In the two days since, my step has been a little lighter and my tolerance to life’s circumstantial complexities a little higher.
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Beautiful Photography..!!!
Thank you, the flower is a beautiful subject!
This flower is simply divine. 😀
And so is its scent!
Love the flower; love the prose!
Connie, thank you so much for your kind words. 🙂