The month of song . . .

 

I like to call June the month of song.  Not just because of the bird song which fills every waking moment from dusk til dawn and is so beautiful . . . but also because of the garden which begins to come alive in a very vibrant and  inspiring way . . . 

 

 

 

The song it sings resonates within my soul . . . rambler roses begin to climb over fence and stone wall . . . covering old garden sheds and lattices with pinks and whites . . . yellows  . . .   The green of the countryside is interlaced with shell pinks, and whites and rosy reds . . . ivory . . . 

 

 

 

One can almost hear the hum and horn of a special secret world, hidden from our eyes . . . fainting blowing on the breeze.   The ancient whirr of fairy wings amidst each bloom . . . and plod of elves feet as they mingle amongst the green  grass that grows tall at the end of the garden beneath the hedge  . . .

  

 

 The sky, too . . . sings a special song.   Its melody is a deep and tranquil blue . . . bluer than blue . . . a blue you can't ever recall seeing with such vibrancy before, but . . . in your heart  . . . you know you have.  Its just that each time seems like the first time . . . brilliant white cloud whispers here and there.  It is an illusion, the cloud . . . impossible to take seriously. 

  

 

Mornings dawn fresh and clear . . . dew sits upon the grass like little jewels in the strengthening sunlight, their moments numbered, as the day lengthens and they disappear . . . one by one . . . you can almost hear the faint tinkle of their leaving . . . 

 

Can you hear the trumpets blow . . .

“Bees do have a smell, you know, 

and if they don't they should, 

for their feet are dusted with 

spices from a million flowers.” 
~Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine   

 

I didn't sleep well last night.  It must have been after 1 am before I finally fell off and then Mitzie woke me with a bark at 5 or so this morning  . . . I wasn't sure if she needed to go out or not, so I got up. 

 

This is our Doug when he was about six months old.  He was much on my mind throughout the night and still this morning.  I wasn't going to say anything, but I feel I must.  I have as much right to ask my friends to pray for him as anyone else does, so I am asking this morning would you please pray for Doug, Kayla and the family.  I got a call from Doug yesterday afternoon.  He was in hospital and was calling me from his bed where he was on oxygen.  He was treated and sent home earlier this week suffering from pneumonia. Despite this, he continued to go to work.  Night before last however he found himself unable to breathe or sleep, instead spending the night sitting upright downstairs on the sofa. Early in the morning his wife took him back to the hospital . . .  he's had a heart attack. They are not sure when he had it, sometime between when he was at the hospital on Sunday and yesterday.  So he is in the hospital for now, having tests, etc.  Would you please pray for my dear son Doug, Kayla and the family.  He is only 37 and has those three beautiful young boys.  Thank you very much. He is a good good man, husband, father and son. I love him so very much.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *Motherhood is the greatest thing

and the hardest thing  . . . 

~Ricki Lake  •。★★ 。* 。 

 

In the kitchen today  . . .  Spiced Pear Pinch Muffins  . . .  gluten, refined sugar and fat free.  And surprisingly delicious!

Have a wonderful Saturday, this first day of June 2019.  How did that happen?  Don't forget  . . . 

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And I do too!