I bet you think I have been swallowed up
by the garden.....oh, I wish that were so
I have had computer problems up the wazoo
Now, hopefully, I think it is all back to hunky dory
We have had sprinkling restrictions and the grass is showing it
and I confess, I have sinned...
and watered at night in the cover of darkness..
my plotted plants
yes, I am one of those
So go ahead and bust me...
I wonder what Mr. Poland, my grammar school teacher would think of this?
Would I have to write sentences?
"I will not water during restricted times,especially sneak-idly in the darkness"
So, not only is my computer fixed, but the water restrictions have been lifted
But I must say, being unplugged from the internet
has been a rewarding experience
I have spent a lot of time in the garden
sitting and listening
Oh it is a beatuful time
For some reason the Gold finches have been singing quite a repertoire
of tunes in the trees...and it is a sweet pleasure of life
listening to them.
Yesterday, the yard was full of fliting butterflies
and hummingbirds and hummingbird moths
and my resident field mouse was bravely
nibbling at fallen sunflowerseeds...now don't go
getting squeamish on me....he is just an animal
living where he was born,living how God intended for
him to live (as long as he stays outside)
and he delighted me with his quick moving antics
I was going to tell him....Autumn, which is coming sooner than later
is the time that nasty Harry Cooper'sHawk takes up residence
in the garden....so he best be enjoying the summer days
for soon it will be war for him....live or die...day to day
But truly is it any different for me?
No, I don't really think so...life is fraught with danger
and one false move...or being in the wrong place at wrong time
could be fatal
Or it is just your days run out..the number in the book of life completed.
Like this past week
I went to the funeral of a 20 year old
son of a friend....got caught in undertow
and another friend...pain in the back
MY OPEN BAR OF JOY
you have brought me comfort and joy this week
joy in the insignificant field mouse
joy in the black toad I spotted this morning
sitting in the sprinkler water
joy in the burst of late summer blooms
joy in the sound of the wind chimes
moving in the breeze
joy in the passing of morning light across the yard
joy joy joy
I am so happy this moment for it
may it fill my well
...that I know... someday
I will have to draw from