With the clatter of a shameful Congress rattling about, concerned principally with the upcoming 2014 reelection races instead of the work of moving the country forward, any bit of beauty and amazement, however transient, becomes even more of a delight.
And my Night Blooming Cereus, a gangly, awkward plant with no
symmetry, long, thin rubbery leaves and a mind of its own brought such
delight a couple of weeks ago as if to distract from the artificiality
of Ted Cruz and the toxic nonsense of other wild cannon Tea Party
pronouncements. I share this mysterious and beautiful moment as a break
from the clatter.
"This country has come to feel the same when Congress is in session as
when the baby gets hold of a hammer." -Will Rogers, humorist (1879-1935)