A Little Beauty

This week, I had planned to write a post about the lost art of the pronoun (ever heard of subjective, objective, possessive case?) and the travesty of their misuse–“Her and I went to the movies” or “Jane and me saw it, too.” Would you say her went, or me saw it?

A useful post, maybe, although I doubt it would counter the rapid decline of the language.

But the Boston Marathon bombing happened, and today, Friday, the tragic, frightening events continue. I lost my will to write anything as frivolous as a post about a pet peeve, but I couldn’t bring myself to write a piece about the tragedy, either; others have already done it well.

Then I saw the Wordsmith Studio photo prompt for this week, and I thought, yes; that’s what I’ll do. I’ll go out in the yard and photograph a few flowers, as the prompt suggests.

What do flowers have to do with tragedy? Not much, maybe, except that they remind us there is beauty in the world in spite of evil. That the seasons come round and the earth renews itself in spite of the awful ways we treat her or the unspeakable things people sometimes do to each other.

So if you need a pronoun refresher, I suggest you visit the Purdue Online Writing Lab‘s excellent pronoun primer.

Right now, I hope you’ll enjoy these blooms and let them lift your hearts a little.

What gives you comfort when things seem out of control?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Close

This week’s Photo Challenge is “close,” which can be interpreted many ways, I suppose. Here’s one, but don’t make me swear to what this critter really is. The specks aren’t “noise” in the photo, by the way. Dirty window. The author hangs her head in shame. It’s bad housekeeping, pure and simple, but what’s more important–writing, reading, taking photos, family, cooking (see how far down on the list cooking is?), hanging out with Oliver the cat–or dust on the glass?

grasshopper up close