This was a Christmas gift from my father-

It has been a truly lovely plant, sending up two shoots with four flowers on each shoot. The last flower of the 2nd shoot hasn't quite open but the other three have. This is a treat that continues on and on. The best kind of all.

Besides this, I thought I might note that I have become, for the first time in my life, comfortable journaling with the word "I". Maybe it was my evangelical upbringing to never consider myself first, maybe it was my own paltry self- identity, I don't know but I am finally the successful ringmaster meister for using the "I"context in my journal. I've always referred to myself as "I" in my journals (no worry there) but never comfortably. It was more like writing with a gnat buzzing around in the face. Uncomfortable, annoying and just not quite right. I've got my fingers crossed that those days are completely over.