The Flower that Only Has One Day to Get it All Done

This morning on the kitchen sink window ledge, the plant who hasn't told me its name yet (these things take time) had bloomed.  It only happens once a year.  Here it is*:

And while messing with the dishes tonight, I found this:

And this is what I'm thinking:


Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
     --Mary Oliver

Tomorrow, I will tell you because tonight I just might dream up some sort of diagram like Nora's soap making machine that looks both wild and singular and treasured because He made it just this way for me, and for you.  Each one of us.  And if you dream up something tonight, tell me.  I love instructions.

* I can't take a good picture to save my life.  Teagan, where are you????