My Plant

I have this horrible fear of killing plants. Perhaps it's because I've never managed to keep one alive ... until now.

Almost 2 months, and my basil plant is alive and well. This is a record worthy of public rejoicing (yay!). Look how pretty it is there, sitting next to the artificial tulips.

Maybe now I can get another plant to keep it company. I don't know. I might worry about them getting along while I'm away at work. Basil might be a bit fiesty, or even territorial.

Welcub to Dorth Carolida

It's snowing! Oh, wait. Snow isn't yellow. Um ... (epic sneezing session ensues).

Check it out.



Okay, so the pollen man is a bit of an exaggeration, but not the rest of it. This morning, we woke up to what looked like a fog—but it wasn't moisture, it was pollen. I took a few photos of my car, but they don't capture the craziness anywhere close to the comic strip. Every outdoor surface now has a protective layer of yellow film.

Also, I wish I knew how to safely take good pictures of scenic views while driving—because my route to the temple is a slice of heaven. Trees, meadows, log cabins, a vineyard, family farms, plant nurseries, a gorgeous lake, and a few picturesque ponds. It sure beats 635 during rush hour. The temple itself is rather nice as well.

I love it.

:D

Some days I'm so overjoyed by the privilege of being alive, it's unreal. I took a walk on a nature preserve near my apartment and I shopped for curtains. Nothing special about that, except that I'm alive.

Do you ever think about how you felt in the pre-existence about what your life would be like once you were born? There's the scripture that talks about all the sons of God shouting for joy, and I wonder how that joy compared to the kind of joy you can feel on a good day on earth—especially when it's a day that's good just because it's good and not because anything amazing had to happen.