Cradled in a pot beneath oak trees laced with Spanish moss, the ginger plant blooms brightly, watered by raindrops that are shattered into mist by the branches above. There it rests sweetly, gently.
Published by eskildoodle1
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs. This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends. View more posts