Grit

Ida is an old soul and the fiercest person I know. She was blessed with an abundance of that ‘no nonsense and why the hell not’, attitude.

Conversations this time had awakened deep feelings.

What must it be like going somewhere, and not know that feeling of sticking out like a sore thumb. Or, not having to endure the stares and the under- their- breaths mutterings.

Such feelings were never really shared out loud, they didn’t have to. They knew, being in the skin they were in. Ida too, had experienced this. On one occasion she was heard to say,

‘I didn’t know I was black till I came to America’. She would not elaborate.

But this too she tackled this with her attitude of “no, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife*.” This attitude had served her well; and serves her still.

Pat
7/20/21

*Zora Neale Hurston

Black Eyed Susan

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Something is going on with my black eyed susan. Something funky! Looks like it’s growing another head, or a hat? I never grew them before. The coolest thing about them is that I planted them as seeds early last spring and by summer, I had flowers. Very cool!!

So now, when I thought they should by dying down…I noticed the various stages above. Maybe I just wasn’t paying close enough attention the first time around and this has all happened before.

Does anyone know what is going on?? It’s all very interesting and makes for great photos.

Pat R

10/27/17