Saturday, 5 September 2015

Mind wanderings on a Saturday morning . . .


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One morning I go out to pick some roses and all of a sudden it is September . . . the first sign being the smell in the air . . .  windfalls and blackberries . . .  and,  although the calendar pages are not telling me that autumn is here . . .  the air outside my doorstep is.  The grass might be green . . .  the roses still blooming, but the very air is filled with an urgency to gather in all the loveliness of the past summer weeks and star filled nights so that I can keep them forever  . . .

The roadway into the estate is edged now with gold and I can look up into the Welsh Hills and see the telltale pink flush of Heather blooming.  It fills my heart with a sense of sadness and melancholy, as lovely as it may be, for I know that all of this is the forerunner of the often rainy and cool autumn days which will follow.


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The days are now growing noticeably shorter.    And it seems to have happened over night, although I know in all truth that it hasn't . . . they have actually spent since the 21st of June getting gradually shorter minute by minute each day.   But now I am waking up in the dark and going to bed in the dark, and it seemingly has happened overnight . . .

I am sure I saw wild geese flying overhead the other day, in V formation, but it seems awfully early to me.  It really does.


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Squirrels fling themselves from tree to tree in a burst of activity.  I always find myself hoping that they store enough acorns for the colder months ahead, but they never do.  Instead they spend the winter months emptying our feeders and cleaning out all that we put out for the seemingly endless number of Sparrows that frequent our feeders.

God sees the little sparrow fall . . .  it meets His tender view.

When I despair of them being the only bird we  get at the feeders these days, I remind myself that sparrows were important enough to God to be mentioned in the Bible.

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Last evening as I went to get into bed, I looked over at the window which stands to the front of our beds and there, in between the sheer front of the bedroom curtains and their lining sat the hugest spider I have ever seen.   Another sign of autumn . . .  they start to come indoors.   This one was as big as a small apple.   It was GI-normous.  Of course panic set in.   How do you get a spider out of such a spot???  I called for my hero . . .  who grumbled and sputtered about women and the fuss I was making.   But he did managed to get it out and fling it out the bathroom window.  No doubt it soon made its way back in and is tucked away someplace in the house waiting to come out and strike fear into me another time.

I think I read someplace that you can do something to keep the spiders out of the house.  I am going to do a search and find it.   I hate those big ugly things . . .  especially in my bedroom, where all I can think about is them crawling all over me once I fall asleep.

*shudder*  *cringe*

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It is raining this morning . . .  again.   The window to the front of me is splattered with raindrops and I can hear them being blown against the glass. I feel for the young missionaries who must be out and about on foot during the coming months, against the impending rain and the cold.   We are lucky to have a car and lucky that it has been safetied for yet another twelve months.  God is good, very good.  I know we are blessed.

It only takes a few minutes watching the news channels these past few days to realize just how very blessed we all are to be living the lives we are living . . .  with shelter and food and clothing to keep us warm.  Whilst others are fleeing for their very lives and putting those lives and the lives of their families at great risk to do so.   My heart breaks . . .

Oh that their greatest concern should be a big honking spider on their bedroom curtains . . .

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If this is a test for the human race  . . .  we are failing it.

Just my thoughts this morning  . . .

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Blueberry and Lemon Filled Scones.  

I wish for each of you a pleasant weekend.   My cousin is being buried today, and my thoughts are very much with family across the sea.  Don't forget that . . .

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9 comments:

Suze said...

Have a very happy weekend.

Spiders are unsatisafactory creatures. They can be hairy and as huge as a side plate and when they are exterminated they shrivel up and look like a sultana. I am not so fazed by the big ones. I do not like the little ones that hide or have red stripes.

My day has been sad. We went to see dad for Fathers' Day, which is tomorrow. I wanted to go to a family thing but mum declared otherwise. Pip took her father a gift and is has ended in drama and tears. Dad was trying to be with us but he is so lost now.

Tonight I wish to try a recipe for a potato pie that has no eggs. It is a wartime recipe so I wonder how it will go.

God bless and keep you warm and dry and happy.

Marie Rayner said...

I am sorry that your Father's Day weekend has to be tinged with sorrow Suzan. (((((hugs)))) The potato pie sounds intriguing. xoxo

Patchwork Dragon said...

Hi Marie...sorry to hear about your cousin, my thoughts are with you.

On the spider front....You may have heard the one about putting conkers in the corners of the room? It's supposed to keep them away. Sounds unlikely to me but you never know.

Have a good weekend
Sandie

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

It is the time of year for spiders and they make some huge webs on the porch this time of year. I almost walked into one the other day. Thankfully I saw it before I did. I read where spraying vinegar around doorways helps to keep them away. I'll be praying for the family as they say goodbye to your cousin. Hope you have a super Saturday.

Marie Rayner said...

Thanks Sandie, it is hard to be so far away from my family at times like this. I had not heard about the conkers thing. Somehow I don't think it's a winning idea! Can't see how it would work! xoxo

Your prayers for the family are very much appreciated Pam! Thank you so very much. xoxo

La Table De Nana said...

Just saw Still Alice..it is so very sad a disease:(I had read the book..Julianne did a very good job.
Let's just say I found her husband very full of himself.
I guess many people are all about themselves first.:(

I had a spider on the ceiling in our bedroom as I lay reading before J came to bed..of course I asked my hereo to come and take it away.And mine was the size of a fly.
The days are shorter and the light inside different..

Marie Rayner said...

I have read the book also MOnique, but not seen the film. The book was good, but I did think the husband wasn't very understanding, even in the book. The disease is an awful one.

You are right the light is a bit different now. Makes taking photos indoors a lot harder. xoxo

Julie H said...

I feel a sense of melancholy during this time of year. As much as I love having air conditioning in my house and car I hate to see summer end. Fall weather feels very nice, but I don't like to know that winter is on the way. I live in Michigan and winter lasts longer than summer. I don't like the bare trees. I miss sitting outside and feeling the sun, listening to birds. Oh well... I loved the reminder you gave that even the sparrows are cared for. Love watching birds at the feeder (year round). Thanks for sharing your thoughts! I enjoy your blog!

Marie Rayner said...

I have been to Michigan many times Julie. My sister used to live in Windsor. I miss Canadian Winters, especially at Christmas time. We don't get things as cold or as snowy here, which is great come January, but in December . . . I miss the cold and the snow! xoxo