For our last beginning digital photography class, we were supposed to send any picture we wanted. Flowers are some of my very favorite things to photograph, so I took one of my begonia bloom.
I never liked begonias. They were old-fashioned flowers in my mind--prissy and belonging in a carefully planned flower bed. I prefered the exuberance of the daisy or the pleasant memories I associated with moss rose, which we used to plant in our front flower bed when I was growing up.
When I saw this flower, however, I was smitten by it. It was supposed to be for my mom for Mother's Day, but I convinced myself that she'd really prefer a hanging basket, so I kept it for myself.* It's looked good on the porch all summer, and I've brought it inside to see if I can overwinter it.
In knitting news, I'm ready to start my second ball of lace on the wrap. I only have 3, and I'm a little nervous that it won't be long enough. I'm trying to ignore that feeling and keep knitting. If I need more, surely I can find it, right?
Let's not think too hard about this and instead enjoy the pretty cables. I hope you're all having a delightful Wednesday!
*I know I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not.