Bougainvillea: FOTD June 21, 2021

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  1. Sam's avatarSam

    A Beautiful well framed photo, I love it~! The contrast between the bright fuchsia and green is great, I wonder what the yellow bud below would have added to it, but it could either an addition or take away from the experience.

    That color reminds me of a strong childhood experience. My sister Myra “Mike” and I being only a couple of years apart were both competitive and inseparable at the same time when you saw one of us, you saw both. One of the things we did was pass our hands down between the seats and arms of the “overstuffed chairs” we had in the “living-room” to see what had been dropped down there by our family. A penny, nickel, bobby-pin etc.

    One of the two of us found a broken half of crayola down there and today I know that it was fuchsia, but we did not know that such a color even existed back then~! So we called it “bloodish”. Because we had found it at the same time we fought over that bloodish crayola for months, finally coming to a mutual truce to set up a time share with it.

    At some time one of us left it on a windowsill and the heat of the sun melted it into the wood. Each of us like claiming its ownership, then blamed the other for it’s demise. So that purple blob became a common fight as to which one of us caused it and it was there for us to see until I grew up and left to go away to school.

    Today when I see anything fuchsia ( or bloodish), I think of our close togetherness which was also a mutual competition and how much we loved each other, even over that damn crayola~! She is gone now and I am all that is left.

    Thanks for the memories~! I hope you do not mind using the photo to post on my Facebook as a reminder of that crayola and my sister Mike to others who knew us over the years.

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      No, you are very welcome to use it. Funny the tiny objects that are so important when we are small. I’ve already told about losing a little eraser that you could put on the end of your pencil when your eraser wore out. I loved that eraser and when I lost it, I was beside myself. I was in bed, crying, down for a nap, and I started praying so hard for God to tell me where my eraser was, making promises that I probably later broke—what I’d do if he’d only show me where my eraser was! Then.. before sleep or perhaps in the first stages of sleep, I had a clear vision of the eraser behind all the boxes of “stuff” on the floor of my loooong walk-in closet. I got up, moved the boxes aside, and there it was! The first little miracle of my life.I love your story about your crayon and it seems perfectly logical to me, at least from a child’s point of view.

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      1. Sam's avatarSam

        THANKS~!
        I posted it to Facebook so her progeny could read it, and so they will understand that we too were young and foolish, they do not follow me on my blog but we do communicate via email and Facebook.

        Do you think of God as a “He”~? Funny though, because you got an answer to your prayer~! I found my glasses last night after looking for them for several days, I had gone to sleep with them on, and they fell under the bed between the headboard and the wall. That Tami was sniffing in that space and she showed me to look where they were. Sometimes I do not know whether it is God, or if it is Shirley that is reincarnated in that little dog, but she seems to know, and that keeps me happy~! She is on my lap right now begging bite of my blueberry muffin.
        OH, I AM NO LONGER KNOWN AS “SOMEONE”~!
        SAM

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