In the picture to the left, she is studying the rare flowers of the Pine Barrens. She stayed utterly absorbed in this activity for over an hour. I hardly knew what to do with myself but turned to mopping my kitchen floor and then drilled my 14 year old on vocabulary words for his Honors English class.
She was then interested in
painting these flowers and
another productive hour went by.
Going with the flower theme, after lunch (her favorite - sweet potatoes), we then planted seeds. She especially loved this because she knows about gardening. The neural real estate which stores her gardening knowledge is completely intact. She was downright joyful. What a pleasure it was to watch her work so happily.
On this day, filled with flowers pictured, painted and planted, Myrt took no naps. That is an interesting thing, because usually it is difficult to keep her awake midday.
Lesson learned? Well, she says the oddest things throughout the day - things which point to a cognitive absence and a sheer lack of understanding of the moment. However, she is still a person who gets bored and who craves engagement in this life ... even though she finds it perpetually baffling.
Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world ....Ralf Waldo Emerson
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