Ordinary
Saw these flowers after my run this morning as I stretched against my neighbor's retaining wall. These are the flowers (I don't know what they're called) I recently heard a friend describe as "ordinary," meaning they are available at every nursery and supermarket in town. Yet I love them--their brightness and their, well, their cleverness at holding two flowers while being only one. I realize that seeing them is one of the everyday pleasures I get by running in Berkeley, where I've been living and running for more that thirty years. Simple pleasures like seeing these little blossoms are what I'm fearing losing these days. Recently I've been out of town a lot--first to Idaho to visit my sis and see the sights, then to LA to stay with my new grandson and, oh yeah, his parents, too. The prospect of doing a lot more of this kind of travel is exciting but also very scary. If I spend a month in LA, will there be flowers? Will there be friends? Will ther