acquiescing to the changing, peacening in the seasons' inevitability and wisdom.
Now, the year is passing; season changing. No longer can there be a walk in daylight, at four a.m. with the birds rejoicing in a new day. No lark rises now. A swallow later swooping and sweeping low, speaking of rain ...
Flowers changing from pale to deeper. Rich gold, stark white, and above all, regal purple. Luxuriant fuchsias alive and literally humming with white tailed bees.
Rose hips starting to glow red; those in the lee of the dwelling ripe and full, And in sheltered places, blackberries showing the promise of purple.
Last year.. OH My !The gathering there was, and still stocks of the rich luscious jam from them. Time to gather the jars soon and order in sugar!
Standing still and acquiescing.
For what God made is good. Very very good.
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acquiescing to the changing, peacening in the seasons' inevitability and wisdom. Now, the year is passing; season changing. No longer ...
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Utter sheer glory . To see the sun rise, golden and smiling, after cold windy days... Calm, bright, all goodness. The sky is a cloud page... -
As wet a day as ever was! No mountains, no ocean, just dark heavy cloud and a wall of falling water. Midges and pollen. Sunday, sweet Sun...
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