The Mosaic - One With All

My son the artist is pictured below with the mosaic he created for author Brian McClure. I have no idea how many pieces went into this mosaic, but I can assure you it was thousands. The theme of the mosaic is one of universal unity. For a close-up, be sure to enlarge the photos by double clicking on them.

A floral feast for the eyes

Here are a few photos of my favorite flowers in my garden this year.

Below are two photos of my Heirloom Hollyhock known as Nigra Hollyhock made famous by Thomas Jefferson who cultivated them. As you can see, the deep purple flowers are almost black in color.

I was not able to catch the spectacular detail of the spikes of this astilbe plant.

My pretty pink impatiens.

My stunning salmon hibiscus.

(Double click each photo for a close-up.)

50th Class Reunion

While part two of Zucchini Nation continues to go through its gestation period, I thought I would share some photos of my 50th High School Class Reunion which I attended last fall. I am the one with the silver hair. The biggest surprise for me that night was learning that the brain of our class, whose destiny was never realized (she should have been a scientist), raises goats today. She was not in attendance.

We had a very small graduating class. These are some of our graduates from the year 1958. The man in the black blazer was our principal. Can you find me in this photo?

THE EASTER EGG HUNT AT NANA AND PAPA'S

EASTER BLESSINGS TO ALL

THE DREAM

I had a dream once years ago.

I was walking in the clouds in the dream.

I saw a figure walking toward me through the mist.

I wondered who it could be.

As the figure drew closer, I seemed to recognize the person.

My heart leaped.

I called out "Is that you, Jesus?"

The mist cleared, and then I knew.

I ran toward him.

When I reached him, I threw my arms around him.

He held me tightly.

I could feel his robe against my face and my arms.

It was red. It seemed so real.

The dream faded away and I awoke.

I laid there in my bed thinking about the dream.

It seemed so real.

"Was that you, Jesus?" I whispered into the night.