Tuesday, July 31, 2018
("We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun."~~Kent Nerburn) ... These words remind me--and my calendar confirms it--that August will be here tomorrow.
Already my prairie coneflowers are loaded with butterflies and have reached their full bloom. In the recent dry spell, they had begun to dry up but were saved by the late-July rains. Barring a drought, they will be here until frost.
Starting from a few plants installed years ago, these wonderful and sturdy perennials take care of themselves and are now gloriously widespread in my gardens. There is comfort in knowing these plants that die when this season is over will return in great numbers next year and thereafter; and so will the butterflies.
So go the ways of God's natural world.
~~Rose Moore, July 31, 2018
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Saturday, July 7, 2018
A SWEET SUMMER DAY...
For me and Big Dog, our brief walk before dawn was quiet this morning...
In comfortably cool temps, a lower dew point, a sky full of stars and a bright crescent moon---what more could this day have presented?
As it turns out, a lot more! We are spending a spectacular daytime, with soft breezes, perpetual sunshine, and a big sky so blue it seems to be adding its color to the creek and reflecting its brightness in the sheen of leaves on the trees...
Off and on through the morning, I did small segments of work in my gardens while Big Dog stayed on the porch, resting and watching his mama.
Now with the softness of Mick asleep on my feet, here I am on our porch in the trees, sipping afternoon coffee and reading and enjoying the songs of birds and the creek...
The gifts of the summer in one gentle, restorative day.