Something Good Out of Something Bad

Even though they try very hard, hospitals are not sites for aesthetic pleasure seeking.  Not only the plain, scrubbable walls and the wide, smooth corridors designed for moving people who cannot move themselves but also the very reasons for being there.  Even when you come for happy occasions, it is not a place you like to linger.

I am not the subject of the hospital visit, so I am already one degree of separation from the worrying bits about hospital visits.  I am worried about my friend though.  That worry leads me to be more determinedly cheerful than I feel.  Over lunch in the dining room, I relax a little and notice the hydrangeas offering up their last blooms of the season rapidly closing around us.

Hopelessly muddled by the many wonderful buttons on my new camera, I surrender to the Smart Camera feature and let it do the thinking for both of us.  This is one of the shots that my camera and I both liked and so I share it with you.

I like to think these hydrangeas were a promise that things would be well. And so they were.