A Little Rumi

The Passionflower vine that planted itself now produces flowers.  Life's a trip sometimes.

 

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Love lit a fire in my chest, and anything
that wasn't love left:  intellectual
subtlety, philosophy books,
school.
All I want now
to do or hear
is poetry.

~RUMI


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My Weeping Willow tree died.  It was thriving last year.  I'm not sure if it was the super cold winter we had or what, but it's history.  It's about the 10th one I've planted that lived a few years, then died.  That's life, I guess.

I discovered a new tree to try, a Weeping Mulberry.  My daughter in Nashville has this one in her front yard and sent me the photo.  I'm totally intrigued.  It also makes fruit (the female tree) that birds love and it's a fast grower.  I waited too late to plant it this year, but come next Spring, I'm planting one: 

Weeping Mulberry Tree

 

 

Storms are expected today & tomorrow and here come the thunder.  We need the rain.  It's already been in the 90's for the past few days.  Yikes!  And it's still early May.

I hope all you mothers out there have a wonderful Mother's Day.  We're visiting Mama one day next week and I can't wait to see her.  She's improved since the stroke, but her back is getting worse with a diagnosis of perhaps paralysis soon.  I hope and pray not.  Please remember her in your thoughts and prayers.

xo,
Marion


"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." ~Tenneva Jordan