The weather men say warm temps are finally on the way.
We smile at the prediction.
And God blesses us with a warm, sunny Easter weekend
filled with friends, family, and flowers.
A trip to the city to celebrate my mother's 81st birthday ~
unaware....or aware...it was a special day for her.
My dad wanted us to gather as a family,
and we did.
Seven of us ~ husband, wife, brother, sister, nephew, and niece ~
embracing love in the room.
Bittersweet smiles.
Quiet laughter.
Warm hugs.
Kisses land on soft, wrinkled cheeks.
I tie that love in a bow around my heart during the next day
as I travel to the garden center.
Reveling in the warm springtime air blowing my hair in my face.
"When peace like a river...." weaving softly out of the radio.
Closing my eyes in the midst of the sweet, earthy fragrance of watered soil
and blooming flowers...
I stand in the middle of the greenhouse.
Inhaling deeply.
Smiling.
Joy.
Sinking hands deep into the warm soil.
Dark chocolate cake between my fingers.
Petals soft in my hands.
Warm breeze cooling a sweating brow.
As my hands cup young flowers,
my mind wanders to the mature gardens of last summer.
My heart waits.
Anxious.
Ready to clip and carry armfuls of peonies and roses inside once again...
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| June 2013 |
Ready to settle a tired, happy, body on the front porch swing.
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| Our front porch featured this month in the premier issue of Flea Market Outdoor magazine. |
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| Photo credit: Mark Lohman |
Maintaining my grateful gaze on God.
Tying more love around my heart,
and thanking him for sweet spring weather.
~ Eucharisteo ~
