For every beast of the forest is Mine, The cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird of the mountains, And everything that moves in the field is mine. If I were hungry I would not tell you, For the world is Mine, and all it contains. Psalm 50:10 The sky is clear and... Continue Reading →
While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease. Genesis 8:22 Summer is almost over and soon the leaves will fall, the garden will suffer frost, and the super-heated days will be forgotten. We all love summer, but there are things to relish in every... Continue Reading →
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. Ralph Waldo Emerson When summer comes with flowers and fruit, vegetable garden, and plenty, we rejoice in the fullnees of it. We sit on a shaded porch or walk in a wildflower painted... Continue Reading →
Porch-swinging after a swim, cold sweet watermelon, cucumbers, corn, tomatoes, and zucchini from the garden
Petunias are delicate and sweet, but considered by a grouchy person like me to be "flimsy." The petunias are not my personal choice, but what person doesn't like petunia's colors and their fluted shapes? I watched last week as a tiny hummingbird came and sipped from red and pink petunias in a hanging basket on... Continue Reading →
An evening on the porch at the close of a summer day brings stillness and country-style quiet. There is no noise of trains or traffic, no sirens, or horns honking. I sit and listen. The wind has laid in the treetops, but I can hear the water running in the ditches toward the creek below... Continue Reading →
The anemone has a delicious bloom. The blues are wonderful with periwinkle petals and black wispy centers. I planted one this spring and its feathery leaves make it look so fragile that I had little hope for it. Then just last week my plant from last year came up and bloomed. I hadn't known they... Continue Reading →
There were no roses today––only hyacinths and a few daffodils. I have worked on my spring flowerbeds. I found my white rose bush in the back flowerbeds, my luscious yellow rose bush, and the red/black velvet––a very old bush planted before I moved to the farm 21 years ago––have all died. I will miss... Continue Reading →
It is not lonely or desolate––this land––it's teeming with life, every square foot of it.
