Something about New Year's Eve that makes me go mushy, even sad. And it makes me want to write. When I was much much younger I always looked forward to the incoming year with excitement - always anticipating something wonderful will happen to my life.
But now that I am older I looked instead backward to the year that passed. Is it because there is no more anticipation of new things to happen?
For posterity, I took pictures of the flowers that populated my garden this year. I realized I couldn't take very good care of them anymore. I am dependent on hired kids to weed and water the plants for me.
I have always loved these violets since the first time I saw them in my Auntie's garden when I was a teenager. |
They could be indoor plants too. And they are hardworking, they bloom regularly. |
My sister and I are planning to put cobble stones in our garden instead of plants for lesser maintenance. When that happens I will be missing my plants.