Summer afternoon, summer afternoon;
to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
~ Henry James
Air. Light and air, light and air.
Bestie. Kay and I have a Mother's Day afternoon tradition. It started, oh, so many years ago. We celebrated that first one with a huge long walk to Water Works, where the crabbies are usually in full bloom for Mother's Day Weekend. This time it was greenhouse shopping at Piney Ridge.
Color. Notice what my walk was like this morning:
Egg. Another treasure from my walk. I don't know. They just come to me. Eggs, feathers, nests. (Notice? It's bigger than my shoe!)
Heather Kopp's new book, Sober Mercies, arrived today, hot off the press. I can't wait to dive in this weekend. Watch for my review here next week:
Joy. Can't help myself!
Knowing more now about where the novel's going.
Looking on Craigslist for a bicycle for Lilia. 16" girl's with training wheels? Pretty much has to be PINK!
Michael's for my next craft project. The girls both have June birthdays.
Novel. The novel takes my mornings. Worth every second.
Ordered Box Lunches from Palmer for Bible study buddies tomorrow. I know. They're sort of more than we can eat, and maybe a little expensive. But they're always so fresh! Besides, we can take some home.
Planting. I spent quite a bit of time spading up the flower bed yesterday. I got caught up in watching the soil turn over. Over and over. It made me think about "turning things over" to God. When I "turn things over" they often go somewhere out of sight and out of reach. On the other hand, when I refuse to turn things over, everything hardens, can't receive, refuses to yield.
Questioning how to fit in everything I want to do the next couple of months, and still have time for days like today.
Rested. And ready to get back to work to finish up the month of May.
Sarah. We had a catch-up phone conversation today. Suddenly she said, "So, who else shall we gossip about?" "Oh, gosh, I was," I said. "I'm sorry." (Have you noticed it's hard sometimes to tell when you are and when you're not?) She also told me she recently learned that the Bubonic Plague is not the deadliest. We named every plague we know. (Black) Then decided the deadliest must be something emotional or relational in nature. We also talked about when you lose something you love, you think about it for the rest of your life. (My mother's watch, for example.)
Trees. I know they're supposed to be a pain, but our neighbor has the most beautiful, glistening cottonwood!. It draws me up, and up. I can see the lights in it.
Unbelievable that just two weeks ago it snowed here. (Right now it's 91 degrees!)
Vegetables. Starting to taste like vegetables again!
Washing. Those clothes I won't wear again until October. I never tire of my summer clothes. I always tire of the winter ones.
X-Y-Z Everything else I haven't mentioned: especially that shower today after my body had collected all that heat. It took me back to lake days. Swimming pool days.
Interest in the changing seasons is a much happier state of mind than being hopelessly in love with spring. ~ George Santayana
He didn't say summer!!!