Wednesday this and that . . .

 

The wheat is like a sun-flecked sea

beneath the summer sky.

Little ripples break the surface

as the wind goes by . . .

Here and there the scarlet poppies

with their petals wide

dip and rise like red sailed boats

upon the restless tide  . . . 

 

As the month of July slips off the calendar the farmer looks at his ripening corn and weighs out his chances of a good harvest.  August is the make or break month for him . . . the school holidays here in the UK have begun and crowds of holidaymakers  are flocking to the seasides, to make the most of any sunny day we might be graced with . . . the seaside air rings with the sound of happy folk and the laughter of children paddling at the water's edge . . . 

The verges of meadow and wood are embroidered with the lovely  rosebay willowherb . . .  a common sight on railway banks and disturbed woodland . . . self seeding it spreads like wildfire in a small garden, but out in the wild I find it quite beautiful . . .

 

Hedgerow is festooned as if with garlands . . . traveller's joy or old man's beard as it is also known . . . clematis vitalba.  This woody member of the buttercup family gallops through the hedgerows, which of a sunny day have suddenly become conspicuously silent, all the joys and noise of courting, nesting and fledgling having passed  . . . while in the shaw meadow-rue and purple loosestrife dance silently about in a riot of colour  . . . 

 

The first of the crysanthemums keep company in the garden as the delphiniums do their swansong . . . in crowded borders where the lemon and cherry coloured spikes of the gladioli are thrusting up between tangled masses of gaillardias, coreopsis, clarkia, marigold and  . . .  gypsophila, the baby's breath  . . .  

In the rosebed things begin to look a bit weary with Madame Butterfly, Lady Forteviot and the Doctor taking a bit of the rest, along with  Caroline Testout and Ophelia . . .  it is the Poulson polyanthas that are holding centre stage at the moment with their golden truses of pink and crimson blooms . . . 

With each day that passes now, we move nearer

to the summer's end, but there is no time for regret, for there

is still plenty to enjoy and

look forward to

...

 

My friend Tina stopped by for a visit yesterday afternoon.  She had dropped her grandson off at the skate park and had an hour or two to while away.  I love it when she comes to visit, and so does Mitzie . . . 

  

I think she has adopted Tina as her mom away from mom.  She gets so very excited when Tina comes.  She is almost beside herself, which is funny really because as Tina will tell you, she is not really much of a dog person, but she does like Mitzie. Funny that.  Now that Mitzie is getting older, there is brown showing up in her muzzle.  All of her brothers were brown cockers and her father as well . . . its funny how that goes. 

 

It seems that chipmunk my sister feeds daily is becoming quite tame.  She posted this photograph on Facebook of him enjoying a tickle behind the ear.  My sister has always loved wild creatures.  When we were girls she was always picking up strays . . .  baby birds or field mice.  My mother was not happy about the latter . . . 

  

Their nuthatches have also fledged . . .  we used to get a lot of nuthatches at our feeders down south, but then again we were surrounded by orchards.  Here we get  . . .  mostly sparrows, but I still like to watch them. 

 Prayers have been answered. Dan, my sister's partner was able to find the well, so now maybe they can get some water going.  They have been without water since last Friday.  Hoping that the problem can be quickly sorted now.  I spoke to mom yesterday afternoon, she seemed fairly upbeat about it all, or maybe I was just distracting her from the worry of it.  In any case, I am sure she is relieved now that the well has been found.  It will be interesting to see what the problem actually is.  Nothing too serious I hope!  Keep praying! 

And with that I will leave you with a thought for today  . . . 

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 *.˛.° ˛°. .Life has a way of testing our anchors and tempting us to drift. Nevertheless, if our anchors are correctly placed in the rock of our redeemer, they will hold ... no matter the force of the wind,  the strength of the tide, or the height of the waves. 
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Spiritual Enlightenment  

 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Cake Pan Salad.   Healthy, low fat, and diabetic friendly.  This is delicious.

Have a great Wednesday.  Don't forget along the way!

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