a gentle bending
The first time all season that ‘Empress of India’ has bowed for anything. Her dramatic blue-green foliage is still lovely to my eyes, even when meeting her own death.
I am having a roller-coaster of a day, with unbelievable highs (someone offered F. and me a free honeymoon as a wedding gift, out of the blue) and terrible low moments (we won’t get into that), all meshed together, and it seemed almost necessary to get out into the water-soaked garden and contemplate the gentle bending to the inevitable now on display in every corner.
Nature does do extremes, and sometimes all mixed up together, too, but it doesn’t seem to shake her up like it does me. She never loses her poise.