It’s been rather cold. It’s warm right now. Whatever it is that’s pictured above doesn’t seem to care, as it hasn’t changed one bit through it all, stably shining away just outside the church on the Guadalupe (i.e., Epistle) side of the church. Is it a flower? A vegetable? Some kind of carnation? Orchid? For all the flowers I collect for the Immaculate Conception, I continue to know nothing about flowers. I’m just happy to be on the hunt and collect whatever might seem to be utilized for rendering honor to whom honor is due (which is the definition of piety, by the way, a part of the virtue of justice).
Anxious, however, that I’ve been remiss, more hunting further afield is necessary. Ah! Here’s one, ultra super tiny. One needs good eyes for the hunt:
Of course, once on the hunt, if that has been even a little bit successful, one stays on the hunt until more is to be found:
Faced with this, presentation is paramount. The hunt must intensify. So, while on the most dangerous one-lane gravel road in Western North Carolina, with cliffs to the left and ravines to the right, these were to be seen:
Brakes were jammed. Transmission was thrown into reverse. Hope was emphasized that I wouldn’t back into anyone while reversing on a blind corner. All was well. Except these are not quite flowers, something, instead, to do with some kind of moss:
I suppose there’s a technical name for these “flowers” besides “flowers”. I don’t care. It’s the middle of February!
Meanwhile: I’ve been putting up some pretty heavy posts. Mind you, these posts on Flowers for the Immaculate Conception are not meant to be light posts.
The Immaculate Conception is a good mom, and, like all good moms, she has what’s called “gravitas”. She can handle stuff. Flowers are brought to her because she can handle the heavy stuff. It’s a thank you that doesn’t loose sight of the heavy stuff. It puts the heavy stuff in perspective. Flowers for the Immaculate Conception put things into perspective, even the heavy stuff, especially the heavy stuff.