Sunny shower

We were blessed with a small afternoon shower. It rained long enough to water the plants I had just planted, saving me the trouble!

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All in a garden gray

My mother’s garden is so beautiful and vibrant, so I thought it would be interesting to look at it through a colorless prism.

 

Soul Revitalization

Often times I get run down by the rat race of everyday living in the modern world. One way to revitalize my soul is just to be in the forest. I love to drink in the simplicity and interdependence of the natural world. I love to look up at the trees bending with the breath of wind and imagine that God is brushing His hand across them as a child would in a field of wildflowers.

 

Good Morning!

I wrote the following poem after seeing a beautiful picture on a tissue box, of all places. I was a little depressed going from a house and 20 acres to an apartment and to add to my feeling of isolation, it was winter. I had a longing to have our own place again. There is a sense of freedom that becomes embedded in your soul when you own the ground you live on and I was missing that freedom. After we finally moved into our new place I cried when I was able to watch the sunrise again, a luxury I took for granted at our old house.

The picture is an old one taken a couple years ago on my way to work. It was fitting for the poem.

I long for a golden morning
When the sunlight reaches out
Across the hills and hollows
To touch our sleepy house

The dew kissed scarlet roses,
The Maple’s emerald hue
And flowers lift their heads
To greet the day anew.

I long for a golden morning
When winter’s icy grasp
Has long since gone away
And grows the lovely grass.

I long to wake beside you
Light streaming through the pane.
The sound of children’s laughter,
Stirring from their sleep, ready to play.

I long for a golden morning
When at last I shall say,
Here’s my golden morning
to start the perfect day.