365-Day Project, Art, Creativity, Mystery, Photography

Day 192 – Going to Seed

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal. – Arthur Schopenhauer

So much work and so little time to play, at least this blog allows me to play this daily game with all of you. Must balance work and play! So hard to do …

Today’s mystery “what is it?!?” picture is ready for you to guess. What do you see?

What Is It?!?


What Was That?!? Yesterday’s Picture (Day 191)

This one looks like part of some package decoration. A bow, or something along those lines.” Well, it’s not a bow, although I can see that! Is it a pine cone? No, not a pine cone either. So what was it?

What you saw was a seed pod from a rain lily. Several years ago my mom gave me these seeds and I just scattered them in my garden. Now I have hundreds! Whenever we get a good rain, the rain lilies bloom, and then form their seed pods. You don’t even have to plant the seeds, just scatter and let Mother Nature do the rest! I miss my mom’s yard, she had so many that it was like a blanket of flowers.



A picture of a rain lily. So pretty!

8 thoughts on “Day 192 – Going to Seed”

    1. The most carefree flower ever! And I don’t think you lack in imagination, sometimes we just don’t know what something is. My husband and another friend have both posted pictures on Facebook challenging me to figure out “what is it?!?” and I can’t figure it out. Just part of the game. 😀


  1. It was the only evidence that the assassin had been there. A 17 mm hole drilled into the kitchen bench.
    The kitchen window looked out onto a quiet suburban street and the house in clearest view belonged to Theodore Weitkamp.
    That wasn’t the name on the letterbox though.
    These days he went by the name of Evan Gerry.
    Evan seemed like a nice enough bloke, at least that’s what the neighbours said when they were interviewed by the local cable news channel.

    Theodore was one of the men responsible for the sub prime mortgage bank crisis.
    He thought that he was safe, but the resistance group,’Payback’ thought otherwise.
    He was only the first in a long series of assassinations that lasted more than four years.
    The only clue left was this strange hole, freshly drilled.
    Eventually the killings stopped. They never worked out who was doing it but every banker in the world walked carefully and looked over their shoulder.


      1. Thank you for thinking of me and I’m glad you enjoyed the story.
        You seem to be doing well at the moment…….. where do you get all that energy?


        1. Ha ha, Terry, I’m guilty of “burning the candle at both ends.” I’m determined to see this project through and honestly, I’m hooked on this blog (and all of these friends I’ve made along the way, including you). Even though I have fibromyalgia, which means I always feed tired, I’m too stubborn to let it run my life. 😀


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