This brom is from Anne's garden. Hers was flowering which was so pretty. She had heaps in the yard, in the ground and in various pots. I hope to do the same.
Mine is in the ground to start with, and is flowering! Matchstick bromeliad
Three of the things that have kept me going during periods of protracted illness and recovery are: susurrus in the trees (the sound of the wind whispering, rustling), apricity (the feeling of sun warming cold skin on a winter’s day) and, of course, the delicious smell of petrichor. I love these three words.
https://www.smh.com.au/national/alchemy-for-glum-times-awe-of-life-s-wonders-20200807-p55jg7.html
My doctor asked me a few days ago how I became so calm before the surgery. I told her: I prayed, I locked out negativity and drama and drew my family and tribe — all big-hearted, pragmatic people — near. I tried to live deliberately.
“Can I just say,” she said, “you should do that for the rest of your life.”
https://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/02/opinion/was-it-cancer-getting-the-diagnosis.html
