I wish you could smell the yellow scented lily that sits in a vase next to my computer. Its scent is just right — not too shy and not too overpowering. This summer seemed the sweetest in years. In front of the porch is a wild garden filled with snapdragons, lavender and pink roses, (I can never remember the names of flowers unless they are words which reach out and caress me as much as the scent and are as beautiful as the flower itself.) But back to the flowers!
Lacey-top hydrangea, foxglove, and — “taa-daa” — the flower whose face seems to be the face of God — the sunflower - also graces us! Those of you who have read Divine Secrets or kept up with my posts over the years know that I bow down to this flower in delight and a kind of sunflower worship that some might call Pagan, but which I call gratefulness.
When I’m not writing, I’m enjoying walking up the lane with old Douglas firs towering above me. I check in on the sheep, who are fat and happy in the pasture they were just moved into today. Lucy had an infection and my sweet husband gave her the shots she needed. Now she’s all better. Mister Lonely, who was once shunned by all the others, is no longer isolated since Gracie befriended him.
Our little King Charles Cavalier spaniel, Mercy, continues to ignore the sheep as though they were not only a lesser species, but as though they simply weren’t there! She is a princess as she trots down the lane, not pausing for a moment as the sheep “baaaa” to me, hoping for a bit of alfalfa.
La Luna shines down on everything. She grows from a “fingernail” moon, as I called her as a child, to a full glorious moon that takes our breath away. I watch her from the front porch move across the southern sky. I look to her for aid; I look to her with a grateful heart. I look to her with prayers for peace and love for all of you, for all of our sisters and brothers on this tiny planet spinning in space.
Take care, be happy, and remember to keep dancing in the kitchen!
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