Some days we all need to be reminded that beauty exists, even in the darkest moments, in spite of the most discouraging or frightening news. Not long ago I wrote about a dear friend who was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. She said she was going to stop and smell the proverbial roses and if this blog had a scratch and sniff option I would perfume this post, but it does not. So instead I hope you will enjoy this photo I look on a vacation two summers ago.
The geranium was on the porch of a cousin in Lithuania. Not a romantic wrap around porch with rockers, but a small, concrete affair like a jutting lip on the face of a stark Soviet area building, only wide enough for 2 people to stand and deep enough for a folding chair or two. The view was the busy street below and the apartment buildings across the way. It was simple. But the light came through and highlighted to beauty of the wood panel along the sidewall and the sole plant on the porch and in that moment it was perfect. What is more wonderful than a perfect moment?