Bird of Paradise blooms

About 4 years ago someone gave me a Bird of Paradise plant. It was small, just knee high and in a gallon size bucket, when I stuck it in the ground at the corner of my garage and then I simply left it alone. (I knew nothing about the plant... still don't.)
It grew to be big and green and sadly never produced any flowers. Lately it has been overtaking the entry to my garage and I decided it was time to cut it back. The photo above was taken AFTER I cut it back, you can imagine how large it had gotten.
The exciting part is that as I was trimming away the big fronds I discovered flowers! Actually there are four of them hidden down in the middle of the plant.
What a surprise, even more so because I thought birds of paradise flowers were shades of yellow, orange and red. Not these. They are white and a lovely shade of blue. 
Silly as it sounds, somehow I feel like a new mom with these new blooms. There are more to come and more pictures too. Happy, happy!

"Hi"

The kid in me is still seeing things in clouds... this time it was a message.
Definitely looks like these clouds are saying "Hi" to all us beach goers.
Can't see it? Here's an outline of what I saw. I waved and said "Hi" right back at them.
(Click on the picts to enlarge them.)

Cloud Monster in Pink

Hopefully I never get too old to enjoy finding figures in clouds. This early morning cloud monster with its wide-open mouth just couldn't be missed and since he was all donned in pink... I had to smile.
Alas, please don't let me be the only one to see it or I may question my sanity or at least my adulthood.

Kayaking at dawn

This kayaker seemed to have found an idyllic way to spend an early Sunday morning... kayaking towards the sun on an ocean that is as calm as a pond. 
It was especially tranquil after the remnants of tropical storm Dorian roared through here last night with a vivid lightning storm. Local surfers, hoping for a churned-up ocean from the storm, were disappointed as westerly winds kept the ocean practically flat. 
I'm sure this kayaker was enjoying it. As for me... I was enjoying the peacefulness of a beautiful new day.

Paintbox colors

It wasn't until I downloaded the photos from my camera that I realized in the hour and 20 minutes I spent on the beach this morning the changing colors of the dawn spoke volumes. Paintbox colors. Need I say more? Nope, I'll just show you. In sequence...
PINK
BLUE
YELLOW

Paradise revisited

It doesn't take much to remind me how very lucky I am to be living right here in paradise. 
A sunrise like this one not only bring out a smile and an feeling of awe, but it goes a long way toward making me humbly thankful for my good fortune. Amen to that.

Little Cat Feet

Early this morning was incredibly foggy at the beach. (No, there was nothing wrong with my camera today.)
It was a wonderful and peaceful feeling as if you were being swaddled in a cozy gray blanket. 
People were hard to see until you were right up on them. Even the sound of the ocean was somehow muted. The feelings were very comforting and restful. I thought it particularly appropriate as I was attending the funeral of a friend later in the morning. This quiet time gave me peace.
I was also reminded of my days of living on the coast of Maine and of this wonderful little Carl Sandburg poem:

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking 
over harbor and city
on silent haunches

and then moves on.