I’m going to the Mansion this morning for my meditation class. I have readings from several books for them, and we’ll meditate together just before lunch. These classes are valuable to me, and I also hope for the residents. It has really caught on.

Before packing up my books and camera, I went out to check on my flowers. Three of them called out to me to get my attention—one above, two below. Yes, they are talking to me now.

When I step outside, I can sometimes here they shouting out, “Hey, mister, look at me!” My baby peony, the top photo, is putting on quite a show.

I take pictures of it daily to catch her growth and evolution. Every flower is different. Almost all of them bare their souls.