Wednesday prattling . . .

 

We sit here now at a time I like to think of as the crowning of the year . . . the nights are now beginning to draw in . . . the days getting that little bit shorter with each day that passes . . . soon now we will notice that the leaves at the tops of the trees are beginning to change colour . . . it will only be slight at first . . . a change as soft as a whisper, so soft that you will ask yourself . . . can it be???

 And then . . . your heart will say . . . yes . . . summer is on the wane.

This is the time of year that our gardens 

are still pretty, but,  beginning

to fade a bit

 . . . 

 

Lush and green and bursting with colour from all sides. The roses all a-bloom . . . their tender petals unfurled and sweet with scent . . . soon to drop and be replaced by rose-hips, bright and gay with ripe colour . . . rose-hip jam? I have always wanted to make some . . . but never have. Could this be the year . . . one never knows. It all depends on what whimsey befalls me . . .


The wheat and corn grow in the field . . . looking like sun-flecked seas beneath cloudless summer skies . . . little ripples breaking upon the surface with even the slightest breeze . . . while scarlet wild poppies, petals wide . . . dip and rise upon the restless tide . . . of summer's end . . .

 

Evening sunlight rests upon the river . . . it never looks the same at any other time of year. Dragonflies flit about the reeds in an aerial dance, whilst in nearby peaceful pastures herds graze by quiet watermeads . . . and in and out between the islets, a swam in quiet dance, with queenly grace moves to nest amongst the rushes, where willows . . . interlace . . .

Where once the branch seemed as if t'was dead . . . heavy now with apples ripening, green fruit flushed red and golden where the thrushes sing. Once laid with frost, then scattered and tossed with a miraculous shower of rosy-tinted bud . . . a heavy bough awaits . . . the harvest time . . . twill soon be upon us . . .

 

If t'were always summertime . . . weary we should grow of changeless weather . . . the unflading glow of sunshine, the endless bloom of roses fair. The flowers which bloom down garden ways, would lack the power they have to call forth from our hearts . . . words of joy . . . and praise.

Tis the expectation of summer sunshine and flowers, that make them all the sweeter . . . that delight us with it's golden hours.

The winter wait . . . the hope in spring . . . serve to make these golden days twice as sweet, for hidden in the recesses of our hearts . . . the knowledge lays that . . . time is on the wing . . .

"Thou crownest the year with thy goodness . . . and the little hills rejoice on every side. The folds shall be full of sheep; the valleys also shall stand so thick with corn that they shall laugh and sing." ~Psalm 65:11-13 

'Tis a very gloomy day out there this morning  . . . very gray and overcast with skies that look about to let go in a deluge any minute!  There was no watching of the Eclipse here in the UK the other day, it was very overcast anyways and I don't think we were experiencing a full one here, so television was the best way for us to enjoy it anyways.  I can remember there being a full one in Nova Scotia when I was a child and my mother giving us old picture negatives to look at it through.  I believe that was the same Eclipse that Carly Simon wrote of in her song "You're so Vain."

 

My Birthday present arrived yesterday and I am really pleased with it. Its very delicate and a beautiful reminder to me of the Saviour every second of every day.  I love it!  Next time I will get a crown to put on the other hand to remind myself I'm a Princess! ☺

And with that I will leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

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He loved us not because we are loveable,

but because He is love.

~C. S. Lewis   •。★★ 。* 。

Spiritual Enlightenment

 

On The English Kitchen today  . . .  Street Style Beef Tacos, with homemade Avocado Cream and Homemade Flour Tortillas.  Very good.

Have a wonderful Wednesday!  Don't forget along the way of your day . . . 

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And I do too!