From May 20, 2012

I love the way the oleander comes and goes all year. Mom and dad have three varieties guarding the perimeter of the house. The colors--and the tenacity of the plants--remind me of the colors of rhododendron. It's hard not to love pink around here. 

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through.
Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it.
This is a kind of death.
(Anais Nin)