"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life and attend to your own business and work with your hands........" 1 Thessalonians 4:11

Sunday, September 26, 2021

From my garden.................

Flowers are the music of the ground,
From Earth's lips
Spoken without  sound
Edwin Curran


Wednesday, September 15, 2021

I'll tell you how the Sun rose –A Ribbon at a time....Emily Dickinson, c.1860


Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf...
Susan Coolidge, "The Morning Comes Before The Sun"

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Suddenly it is September.................


and summer is almost at an end. I love and look forward to 
the arrival of fall, yet, I still feel a bit of sadness to see 
the time pass so quickly.  Now is the time that I start to gather 
the seeds from the flowers that are growing in the gardens.
I paint each particular flower or fruit onto an envelope and place in 
the seeds to be used for next year's planting.  I have plenty of seed
to send to friends and loved ones as well.
You may wonder about the "moon flower" packet for seed?
This is a moon flower in our back yard. It is also known as 
Jimson weed. 
It blooms large white trumpet flowers that are beautifully
fragrant and it only blooms in the very late afternoon and
through the night.

The days are still very hot but grow shorter.  The Monarch butterflies
and various migrating birds have made their way here,
stopping to rest, to get a bite to eat, and then in just 
a few days they hurry on their way to wherever it is they are going.
It seems that after Labor day the young people head back to school,
the working folk settle back into their jobs, and the
shores of lakes and beaches are quiet and lonely looking
as everyone has left to get back to"busy" with their
lives. Mornings here begin with a coolness and I am 
lured to just "sit" outside for a bit until the morning sun
burns the chill away.  Soon it will be chilly enough in the
evenings to linger out by a crackling fire to watch the setting sun
end the day.
Here's wishing you pleasant mornings and afternoons of 
these last summer days.